I feel that it's hard enough to say good-bye.
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I feel there's the water. Should I sink or dive?
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An empty plate, fill up my sentimental morning star.
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I steal the art of putting truth in a lie.
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I still want the girl that really caught my eye.
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But, she lives in Oklahoma City, far away from me.
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An empty hope chest.
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Quit the dope quest,
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And remain independently happy
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I'm finally happy...happy... independently happy...
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I deal with the fact that I've forgotten the worst.
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I feel that my social behavior may seem somewhat unrehearsed.
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Another page,
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A sullen rage,
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And I'll be back to my normal self.
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And I'm finally happy...happy... independently happy...
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I drive to the edge of my considerate plain.
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I apologize to the people I hurt on the way.
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I wipe the slate clean
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I kick the daydream,
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And remain independently happy.
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I'm finally happy...happy... independently happy...
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Independently Happy
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Blue October |