The Poet and Her Vice (Happy Ending)

They were looking for an ingenue

All they ever did see in you was

A sickly case of fortitude

A regrettable taste for the stone cold truth

You tell it straight through your tea-stained teeth

Yellowed like the pages that your pen still bleeds on

They were looking for an ingenue

Imagine my surprise when they settled on you

The poet and her vice, she always thinks twice

So shе's always outrun by the one who can spit it out faster

Truth is strangеr than fiction

She finds her diction still missing the mark

As they say louder, "Come save us"

As they say louder, "Entertain us"

They say lou-ou-ouder

Give us a reason not to cry

We've spent our whole lives wondering why

We bleed like the heroes on TV

But we never seem to find our happy ending

Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh why? Oh

Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh why? Oh

They asked how she met her death

Give it your best guess

Truth is stranger than fiction

Easier said with a few pieces missing

A pen and a page

And the latest outrage

The headlines don't cover the shadows we face

The misplaced under pillows

And hollow "Hellos" and "Goodbyes"

They never do sit quite right

They never do sit quite right

They never do sit quite right

So we say

Give us a reason not to cry

We've spent our whole lives wondering why

We bleed like the heroes on TV

But we never seem to find our happy ending

Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh why? Oh

Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh why? Oh

Give me a reason not to cry

I've spent my whole life wondering

Why?

Oh, why?

Oh, why?

Oh, why?

(Why)

Give us a reason not to cry

We've spent our whole lives wondering why

We bleed like the heroes on TV

But we never seem to find our happy ending

Help us write our happy ending

Help us write our happy ending

Help us write our happy ending