I Want to Tell You I Love You but Sober Me Would Beg to Differ

When the sun s h i n e s on my face
and my c a t lays down in my lap
I find it hard to be
s
a
d
.

But when the darkness c r e e p s in
oh so {subtly}
and oh so {softly}
I can't seem to r e m e m b e r
what b e i n g
h
a
p
p
y
f
e
e
l
s

l
i
k
e.