You better thank your lucky stars for getting us this far
You did it by yourself 'cause you're a big kid now
I've got a matchbook and a lighter and a really bad idea
I'll burn this place to hell, you better not kiss and tell
It seems you've ripped apart my insides and fed your dog my bones
Well that's just fuckin' fine, I didn't need them anyway
So while you're at it spill my guts out
Take my memories and heart
It's not like it's all I have
Maybe that's all I had
It's just not right, we'll let go
It's just not right, we'll let go
It's just not right, let's let go
Happiness is a shotgun to the head, oh
Happiness is a shotgun to the head, oh
You're better off as a bloodstain on your bed, oh
You're better off as a bloodstain on your bed, it's your fault
It's just not right, we'll let go
It's just not right, we'll let go
It's just not right, let's let go
Happiness is a shotgun
(Happiness is a shotgun)
Happiness is a shotgun to the head, oh
Happiness is a shotgun to the head, oh
You're better off as a bloodstain on your bed, oh
You're better off as a bloodstain on your bed, it's your fault
It's your fault