A backyard party We're just having a backyard party I feel like yeah Everyone's happy Finally it's the weekend All the hard work's behind me, yeah And I just invited all my friends I'm bout to throw something on the grill And get together and play some

As a fair warning to everyone listening to this song I advise you to not hide your feelings Don’t pretend to be okay when you’re not okay Don’t pretend to be happy when you’re sad It’ll only lead to your misery Don't you fucking hate it when you hear my

Damn, it feels good to be me I'll be alright Rollin' these streets all summer long Damn, I got it all figured out I got no worries that I'm worried about Coltrane love supreme It's like I caught some crazy, happy disease It feels so good Nobody blowin'

So happy together For all my life No matter how they toss the dice, it had to be The only one for me is you, and you for me I can't see me lovin' nobody but you When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue Me and you, and you and me Ba-ba-ba-ba

I wear you like a new tattoo And I'll be so happy that I'm stuck with you And we cannot deface in any weather But now it's all making sense The design, the desire, I don't wanna remove You're the kind of thing that I could love forever I wear it like a

I guess I can't believe you really came And that we're sitting on this pier See, I'm smiling That means I'm happy that you're here I stole this sweater from the costume shop It makes me look like Daisy Mae See, we're laughing I think we're gonna be okay

They never learn Of no return The damage is done Just happy to serve Beyond, beyond the point And it's too late

You gotta be be good to me I'm gonna be be good to you We'll be happy as can be Just gotta be be good to me, baby! I've been hurt before I'm gonna be be good so tell me that you're gonna be good too I'll pick you up at seven

Goodbye to love Thought it was better with a broken heart But it's so damn hard to restart I tried to stitch it up a billion times But there's no happy end now for the story of you and I It's a quarter to one And we're screaming at the top of our lungs

I see your face in every flower Your eyes in stars above The very thought of you And I forget to do The little ordinary things That everyone ought to do I'm living in a kind of daydream I'm happy as a king And foolish though it may seem