Happy Fun Times

Depression's got a hold on me, like it usually does

And it's so hard to get a grip when my mind's in the mud

I can't handle the disconnect, mental illness is gay

I'd grab your boobs in a better mood, but it won't go away

Sorry I can't smile during these happy fun times

So if you wanna kill me, well I think that would be fine

If life were a Taco Bell, I'd be on the drive-thru line

Waiting two hours to get my food, with patience hard to find

And when I finally got my food, and made my way back home

Every item was incorrect, God I feel so alone