Happiness is leaning on my shoulder 幸福的靠在我的肩膀上

like a cigarette, burning me all over 像香烟，燃烧我所有过

It is killing me, slipping through the cracks of my 这是我的命，透过裂缝滑倒我

sweet misery, Sunday morning stories of you 甜蜜的痛苦，星期天早上你的故事

is always all about you. 永远是你的一切。

   

Happiness is crying in the kitchen drinking 幸福是哭在厨房喝酒

like a friend and all my ugly wishes, it is 喜欢的朋友和我的所有丑陋的愿望，这是

listening while I'm chocking on my pride and all the 而我呛我的骄傲和所有的聆听

songs I scream, Sunday morning stories of you 歌曲我叫喊，星期天早上你的故事

is always all about.. 始终是一回事..

   

Happiness is laughing at me like a clown. 幸福是在笑我像个小丑。

Watching my Nirvana crashing to the ground. 看我的涅槃轰然倒地。

In the middle of the perfect nervous breakdown. 在完美的神经衰弱的中间。

Happiness, any day now. 幸福，现在的任何一天。

   

Loneliness is hiding with the lonely falling 孤独是隐藏的寂寞下落

gratefulness while polishing his trophy she was 感恩，而抛光他的奖杯，她

beautiful but beautiful don't matter after 美丽的，但美丽的后并不重要

wonderful Sunday morning stories like these 美妙的星期天早晨的故事像这样

are always all about.. 总是一回事..

   

Happiness is laughing at me like a clown. 幸福是在笑我像个小丑。

Watching my Nirvana crashing to the ground. 看我的涅槃轰然倒地。

In the middle of the perfect nervous breakdown. 在完美的神经衰弱的中间。

Happiness, any day now. 幸福，现在的任何一天。

   

Running, always running, always falling 运行，一直运行，一直下降

on my, falling on my face! 我，落在我的脸上！

   

Happiness is laughing at me like a clown. 幸福是在笑我像个小丑。

Watching my Nirvana crashing to the ground. 看我的涅槃轰然倒地。

In the middle of the perfect nervous breakdown. 在完美的神经衰弱的中间。

Happiness, any day now. 幸福，现在的任何一天。