If My Mother Thinks I'm Happy

Even though I'm not as gorgeous as I used to be I still can't get a mortgage and I still don't like the taste of beer I haven't worked a day in over a year And I don't like the sound on the news I hear If my mother thinks I'm happy Then I must be happy Well, if my mother thinks I'm happy Then I must be happy Even though I'm turning into stone My bones all crook like [-] on the television show They call life, that's alright But I can wait for something I like If my mother thinks I'm happy Then I must be happy Well, if my mother thinks I'm happy Then I must be happy Even though I have a couple friends I could name you all of them before this sentence ends No, it's not all about me But sometimes I wish it would be, yeah If my mother thinks I'm happy Then I must be happy Well, if my mother thinks I'm happy Then I must be happy Even though the sun is in my eyes I could say a swear word or tell a little lie To cover any meaning and run away and hide But I don't like the feeling of feeling not alive If my mother thinks I'm happy Then I must be happy Well, if my mother thinks I'm happy Then I must be happy Even though my pants are looking old You can't ignore the best material I am not [-], no no I've got something even better to show If my mother thinks I'm happy Then I must be happy Well, if my mother thinks I'm happy Then I must be happy Even when the birthday party bash Was thrown last year's into the trash Not everything was built to last But I wish for something I just couldn't ask If my mother thinks I'm happy Then I must be happy Well, if my mother thinks I'm happy Then I must be happy Even though you live just down the road I still go the quickest route back home And sit alone and act like I Just didn't know If my mother thinks I'm happy Then I must be happy Well, if my mother thinks I'm happy Then I must be happy And even though I made it up I quite like the feeling of being loved By a civil servant with a paper cup What's the purpose so just fill it up If my mother thinks I'm happy Then I must be happy Well, if my mother thinks I'm happy Then I must be happy Well, if my mother thinks I'm happy Then I must be happy Well, if my mother thinks I'm happy Then I must be happy Oh oh, even though you're solid oak I'd rather something that's bespoke Just a regular glimmer of hope And I'll be gone before you could know