I Hope You're Happy, Pt. 2 Lyrics

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