[ Submitted by Lleyton Winters. ]
If I could look beyond your face And photograph your hidden place Would I find you smiling in the picture
I don'€™t know what you want Because you don'€™t know So what'€™s the point of asking
You'€™re almost happy
We learn so much but never know Or when we should stop looking
I can love the whole of you. The poetry I stole from you And hide inside my stomach
You'€™re almost happy
It'€™s easy to get lost in you And fall asleep inside of you
No, I don'€™t know what you want So what'€™s the point of asking
You'€™re almost happy You'€™re almost happy You'€™re almost contentBut your head hurts