I really hope that you find happiness And the book you write's magnificent And I won't help but stare at every word It would burn holes in many mattresses After I place it down, read in full That lovely little book titled, "I Told You So" Yeah, you're Thoreau-ly mad At the world Yeah, and it sucks, but this place will never change It'll probably get way worse At best stay the same, so you'll be fucking world renowned
While I'm getting drunk at my house Thinking about the dumb words I said when I was a bit too high Those two pills I took felt very nice But made me break your lovely little heart And I said, "Ashley, that's so fucking dumb To think that life just hands you some book That you barely have to write It's gonna take like fucking 4 or 5 bad books nobody would ever like For you to live that wonderful life" And she stopped And she cried That night And she's right, she's gonna write that book That's gonna make me look Like a fucking fool
And I know that she'll find happiness And her book will be magnificent And I won't help but stare at every word It would burn holes in all these mattresses After I place it down, read in full That lovely little book titled, "I Told You So" Yeah, you're Thoreau-ly mad at me But so what? I'm never gonna change I'll probably get way worse At best, stay the same
So I will sit And I will drink myself to either to sleep or my untimely death Either way I hope that you don't cry, you know That's just a part of life Derek's father and my father know Cirrhosis is a tough way to go So when we drink a lot after our show Pretending that we're not even scared at all Genetics are what make me go to bed Because there's something that's inside my head That will click and make me drink until I'm dead And Derek's dad and my dad are done So I will sit and I will think about this life And if I even like it But I know that I'm gonna find a little bit of
Happiness I think it's in my house or somewhere else But I am turning over every stone And I will search the fucking depths of this Stupid place my kids will have to live In order just to smile a little bit But you know I'm Thoreau-ly in love with you And yeah, I'm really scared that I may never change But I'm so fucking done being so afraid I really hope that you find happiness
Compositores: Frank Jorge Jr Lopes (Hobo Johnson), Derek Lynch, David Baezlopez ECAD: Obra #22270298