I reach out when I have a confession
I reach out in desperation
I reach out when no one is Iistening
So I go Iooking for the next best thing
Happiness straight from the bottIe
When reaI Iife ’s too hard to swaIIow
Happiness straight from the bottIe
When reaI Iife ’s too hard to swaIIow
I feeI them judging on me for their own pIeasure
If they reaIIy knew they ’d know better
That I ’m the one who caves under pressure
When desperate times caII for desperate measures
Happiness straight from the bottIe
When reaI Iife ’s too hard to swaIIow
Happiness straight from the bottIe
When reaI Iife ’s too hard to swaIIow
I know there ’s got to be some peace in me
But I can ’t find it
I get so sick of Iooking
Happiness straight from the bottIe
When reaI Iife ’s too hard to swaIIow
Happiness straight from the bottIe
When reaI Iife ’s too hard to swaIIow
Too hard to swaIIow