Make You Happy - Josh Pyke

Every now and then

I get a little too close

To a kind of truth that’s not worth thinking about

But you can’t stop the mind from wandering

You’ve gotta slow it down

Maybe get yourself under control

And it’s hard to stop the pondering

And there have been points when

I feel like I’ve been on a roll

But then those curtains get drawn

And the chances that you thought you had

They really come to nothing at all

And I have no need

For such things

But to make you happy

Does it make you happy?

And I’ve busted strings on this guitar

Makes me feel like I’m getting nowhere

Could you make me happy?

And if you keep me on your right

Could I keep you on my left?

And there’s a question on your lips

On your finger tips

Stabbing in the dark

Like you’re cut, cut,

Cutting your fringe back

But it’s grown out at such an angle

That the shears aren’t sharp

You’ve got to straight, straight,

Straighten the blades up And if I could make it easier

I would always try to make it easier

But to be a cautious operator

Is the way to Stop this falling apart

And I have no need

For such things

But to make you happy

Does it make you happy?

And I’ve busted strings on this guitar

Makes me feel like I’m getting nowhere

Could you make me happy?

And I have no need

For such things

But to make you happy

Make you happy

Does it make you happy?

Does it make you happy?

And if you keep me on your right

Could I keep you on my left?