when she's happy it's okay
hullo/goodbye
i’ll say no more tonight.
you know the way you feel
when you realize it’s so cold outside
and you know how you heard the words she said
and you know what she meant
when she said “you’re better off dead
kiss me one more time my dear
i’m gonna go to bed.”
you just can’t read through the accents
and when she’s happy it’s okay
that you lead her on and on
and all the while you leave her, you’re always gone.
this, that, why not. a reasonable excuse.
and yet you say i love you
and you even think you mean it.
goodnight, you say.
i love you, and when she’s happy it’s okay.