Cure

There's something awfully nice About the way standing makes me sore My demons go away And come back wearing different clothes Everything hurts more than before So how do you expect me to trust this door (Hmmmmm) The end is not in sight Happiness, how can we be sure it's the cure When all that I ask for is right here Maybe I'm stupid for wanting more Feeling so uneasy as I drift into sleep Fearing someone will get me as I'm counting sheep As the light comes I remain afraid Is my heart beating are these walls fake The end is not in sight Happiness, how can we be sure it's the cure When all that I ask for is right here Maybe I'm selfish and wanting more The end is not in sight Happiness, how can we be sure it's the cure When all that I ask for is right here Maybe I'm stupid for wanting more