Happy it away, it's simple,
Happy it away;
These speckles of mascara
Look like stars upon my face,
The droplets on my shirt
Are like the kisses of spring rain;
It only takes a smile
To just happy it away.
Happy it away, it's simple,
Happy it away
The beating in my skull
Is like a summer ice cream pain,
The catching in my throat
Is like a tangled swing set chain;
I merely fix my attitude
To happy it away.
Just happy it away, it's torture,
Happy it away;
There are no hands around my neck
(They're just around my brain)
I'll let the tide sweep over me,
It will recede again;
I'll keep my chin and spirits up
And happy it away.