Lyrics

Ice cream, TV screens Falling over girls I liked that didn't feel a thing Might be just a dream What I felt, i must have fell and lost it in the stream At the bottom of my garden I'd do anything to hold on to it now Cause I think I've got a problem As I got older I think I've just forgotten How to smile, cause i have to lie Through my teeth sometimes. I don't know how to be happy A kind of high, that you can't prescribe Lord knows I've tried I don't know how to be happy Young heart, work of art Hadn't broken, didn't know that I would fall so hard Knees scarred, went too far Should've known that flowers don't live too long in a jar At the bottom of my garden I'd do anything to hold on to it now Cause I think I've got a problem As I got older I think I've just forgotten How to smile, cause i have to lie Through my teeth sometimes. I don't know how to be happy A kind of high, that you can't prescribe Lord knows I've tried I don't know how to be happy I don't know how to be happy I don't know how to be happy At the bottom of my garden I'd do anything to hold on to it now Cause I think I've got a problem As I got older I think I've just forgotten How to smile, cause i have to lie Through my teeth sometimes. I don't know how to be happy A kind of high, that you can't prescribe Lord knows I've tried I don't know how to be happy I don't know how to be happy I don't know how to be happy.
Writer(s): Christopher Paul Smith, Joseph Michael Knight, Brandon Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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