happy kid

im just a happy kidstuck with the heart of a sad punkdrowning in my idalways searching like its on junkno matter who i hang out withi can hear the clack clunkof the chains that pull the cars upthe roller coaster mountain top so highwhen it comes down it shoots back upstraight back to the skyi gotta laugh and then im asleepand then i walk around and wanna cryout at night to do the strandthe little candles make the bottles glowgot ink all over my right handgetting crushes with no chance to growits like ill never ever landtheres always too much sunor too much snowi get slow days and no daysi get rusty and its hardbut i get notions that oceansare coming to my callyou can learn to get alongim just a happy kidstuck with the heart of an old punkdrowning in my idalways hungry like its on junkim just a happy kid