Captain Tractor - Happy to be Unhappy

They're all livin' a month of Sundays
They're all lookin' for rosy shades
He sees her, thinks she looks overdone
Someone throws on the Smiths and the future fades

They're all livin' the life of Riley
Flyin' along on the roller blades
He says hello she replies so drily,
"Subtexts to headaches and hand grenades,"

But she wants to say "Hey,
I'm sorry I feel this way
With all of my darkness flooding into your light"

But I'm happy to be unhappy
Just not too unhappy
'Cause nothing's really that bad"

He says, "God, it's a senseless party
Hated the host in secondary school"
And she confides the invite said dress "arty"
And now she sees him dress like a fool

She's drinkin' gin with a twist of lemon
Says she's been downing it since she was ten
And he drinks no-name rum and Seven
Won't line the pockets of the advert men

But he wants to say "Hey,
I'm sorry that I'm this way
With all of my darkness flooding into your light

But I'm happy to be unhappy
Just not too unhappy
'Cause nothing's really that bad

And I'm so jolly, I'm melancholy
'Cause that's just my senseless folly
To stay selfishly, stylishly sad"

And suddenly she looks scary
Beautiful and solitary
A contradiction and a welcome one

And she has herself a Guinness
There's something there, some emptiness
A look she notices each time she puts her makeup on
And do you feel the same way?

Now she shines with the darkness of Leonard Cohen
He'll self-destruct like Courtney Love Cobain
So she invites him back for coffee
They leave the party with due disdain
It's crappy out in the pouring rain
She kisses him and thinks "Man, life is so mundane"
And he's pretty sure she's insane

But I'm happy that you're unhappy
'Cause we're both so unhappy
And I'm so glad

It's so poetic, we're so pathetic
It's perfect, too aesthetic
Just so hopelessly happily sad

Happy to be unhappy
I'm just so unhappy
Happy to be unhappy