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They're all livin' a month of Sundays They're all lookin' for rosy shades He sees her, thinks she looks overdone Someone throws on the Smiths and the future fades They're all livin' the life of Riley Flyin' along on the roller blades He says hello she replies so drily, "Subtexts to headaches and hand grenades," But she wants to say "Hey, I'm sorry I feel this way With all of my darkness flooding into your light" But I'm happy to be unhappy Just not too unhappy 'Cause nothing's really that bad" He says, "God, it's a senseless party Hated the host in secondary school" And she confides the invite said dress "arty" And now she sees him dress like a fool She's drinkin' gin with a twist of lemon Says she's been downing it since she was ten And he drinks no-name rum and Seven Letras de cancionesWon't line the pockets of the advert men But he wants to say "Hey, I'm sorry that I'm this way With all of my darkness flooding into your light But I'm happy to be unhappy Just not too unhappy 'Cause nothing's really that bad And I'm so jolly, I'm melancholy 'Cause that's just my senseless folly To stay selfishly, stylishly sad" And suddenly she looks scary Beautiful and solitary A contradiction and a welcome one And she has herself a Guinness There's something there, some emptiness A look she notices each time she puts her makeup on And do you feel the same way? Now she shines with the darkness of Leonard Cohen He'll self-destruct like Courtney Love Cobain So she invites him back for coffee They leave the party with due disdain It's crappy out in the pouring rain She kisses him and thinks "Man, life is so mundane" And he's pretty sure she's insane But I'm happy that you're unhappy 'Cause we're both so unhappy And I'm so glad It's so poetic, we're so pathetic It's perfect, too aesthetic Just so hopelessly happily sad Happy to be unhappy I'm just so unhappy Happy to be unhappy From Letras Mania