Happiness Block

I have a happiness block

I build my A, B, C’s

And my 1, 2, 3’s

Out of cement

They didn’t used to be demons I’m wrestling

simple things are so perplexing

Don’t know how to stop laying

On the cold cruel pavement

The sun feels good,

But my back is aching

But it would hurt more to move

It would cost a lot to do

With the world on my shoulders

sure I would fall over soon

But hey what’s another bruise

When you’ve got less and less to lose?

It’s a different kind of broken when you’re young and you fall out of a tree,

than when you’re grown and you don’t know how to be happy

I can’t stop reaching for more

Not out of curiosity,

but out of my own need to

feel something more

But all I make are false connections

and rake up fallen friendships

I can hardly listen

I don’t dare to talk

It isn’t vandalism

If you use chalk

But it would hurt more to move

It would cost a lot to do

With the world on my shoulders

sure I would fall over soon

But hey what’s another bruise

With less and less to lose?

It’s a different kind of pain when you’re young and you scrape your knee,

than when you’re not and you forgot how to be happy

It hurts more to move

It costs a lot to do

With the world on my shoulders

sure I would fall over soon

But hey what’s another bruise

When you’ve got less and less to lose?

It’s a different kind of swollen, when you’re young and you get ice from the nurse,

than when you’re grown, and crave control too much, to say that it hurts

It’s a different kind of broken when you’re young and you fall out of a tree,

than when you’re grown and you don’t know how to be happy