Happy Child - tweaker

Imagine my hands are clean

I am revitalized by things unseen

I begin a dialogue with the road

Toothless, hopeful, about to explode

How could I have ever been so lucky

To wake up looking in her face

And see the flowers she put â??round the room

Brightening an otherwise crumbling place

She told me that Jesus loves me

But I never knew who Jesus was

Some kid somewhere fucked up

Well isn’t this what a savior does?

Don’t cry

Don’t feel

Don’t die

Because death is not real

It’s good

It’s yours

And it should come when things have run their course

I wanted her melted up inside me

All the tears and the smiles shed for me

She’d disappear to the world around me

Everything to be a powerful memory

(so I could carry all that we’d been with me)

So I brought her to the swamp she loved so well

Where I gently placed her in it

I brought her soul to ease with kisses

And I said to her as I’s about to begin it

Don’t cry

Don’t feel

You won’t die

Because I don’t think death’s real

It’s good

It’s mine

And it should be

At your heels all of the time

And she said:

â??and where’s the sky for me now?

its good that she sings

And who will take it down?

the freedom it brings

And drape it all around me her voice is my very

Head

Every cloud and Cosmo for a gown?â??

I’m a good kid

Old style

A happy child

And I’m never going to have to do that again

But if I want to, I can

Don’t cry

Don’t feel

Don’t die

Because death is not real

It’s good

It’s ours

Like the sun

Like the worms

Like the wind

Like the flowers