Happiness Hours

Tried to get to know that guy Steven
Couldn’t really access any of those thoughts
It starts out as a childhood familiar feeling
But then it all just gets lost in the wash
Of thoughts like
'every gigantic white cross
Is made by the same gigantic white cross company'
And I think about that because I’m from the midwest
And I have a vague interest in the art of market cornering
Or 'hey, maybe someday you’ll have a baby'
The same way we were babies
Well isn’t that shit crazy
How I think in these terms lately
Happiness comes in hours
Distraction is a daze
Lovers deserve flowers
Love is just a phrase
That I invented somewhere around Summit Avenue
I’m in love with the idea of you
I started searching for my story
Mythologizing that man
Who’s at the center of all those plot twists
Oh hey, there’s your character again
But if I rearrange the story
Or magnify what I see
Or execute a freeze-frame
Moments can just be
So
If happiness comes in hours
Well it looks like it’s that time again for me
Gravestones deserve flowers
Lovers deserve poetry
That I crafted cleverly to be sung in key of G
To give a moment some clarity
(well a poet would say a moment’s like)
They’d say it’s like a picture in a frame
Or the clouds before the rain
The rumbling of a train before the tracks abruptly end
It’s the car before it quits on the way to your first day of work
Or the last day of school
Still feeling the cool of the air
Through your patented moon-roof
Hearing the blown subwoofer mumbling some sung truth
It was your daily rock-block of Jimmy Eat, Joni, and The Jam
It’s the calming 'California' chorus
Just before the engine slam
…'California, I’m coming home'