My eyes start to take in
The light in the dullest parts
A lack of pixels
The rough blurred edge of everyone
Wax meets the counter
As the flame eats it up
The time feels refreshing
It always does
No one enjoys it
What if they forget
It feels like an obligation
Unless you're mad
I just wanna be with you
But you're pulling out your phone
Document your lifestyle so they all know
A cheap strobe light flashes
Illuminate the beige walls of home
If it makes you happy
If it makes you happy
Then it does
Does it make me happy
Does it make me
I can't say it does
Drive your Mini Cooper
Wearing yellow Vans
Listening to old rappers
Because they don't understand
Everybody's stoned
Picket fence, private jets
And if it makes you happy
If it makes you happy
Then it does
Does it make me happy
Does it make me
I can't say it does
If they matter to me then I keep them around
But if they don't see then does it count
And you say that you're happy
But it don't show
How can you be happy when you're on your phone
And if it makes you happy
If it makes you happy
Then it does
Does it make me happy
Does it make me
I can't say it does
And I
Oh I
I can't say it does
And I
Oh I
I can't say it does