Woorden: Ryan Adams. III/IV. Happy Birthday.

I told everybody I was late
But I was hiding in the back
Hiding in the back, my hands, they shake
Happy birthday, I'm your birthday cake

And I'm lit and I'm late
And I'm tired, I tried to escape
From the fact that I'm tied
I was wrong, you were right
I was wrong, you were right

Happy birthday

I told everybody I was clean
But I had clouds in my bath
Listenin' to music, reading poetry
Nodding off and nearly drownin' myself

But it's clear, you're clearly upset
Wanna smoke, my smokes are all wet
I've got two and both of them lit

Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Happy birthday

Happy birthday
I'm your birthday cake and I'm lit