Edward Sexton - I Hope You're Happy, Pt. 2

Beautiful souls in the rear view mirror
Are you naked before your judges
You've romanticized your quiet life
With soft lies and gentle touches

Maybe you're the waiter in the pizza restaurant
Who gets high to tidy his room
He's a saint the son of a goddess
Lay him to rest, put his poems in his tomb

Or the Spanish kid with the cut lip
Bruising from the view that begged him to stay
Stranger to the mystic self dressed in shrines
Though the night binds, did you get home okay

Navigate by the stars, the strangers burning
Instruments of direction are riveted to your soul
You get off on all the questions
But the answers have taken their toll

And I know your own sadness is reckless
Was there more I could have done
Your isolation was your crash, the broken window
The sad eyes in the smoking gun

If this is the end I'll leave my life here
I'll bury your written remains with your body
We're just ruins at the top of the hill
Are we even dead, are we even real

And if this is it
If there's nothing else
I hope you're happy

Written by:
Edward Sexton

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