Happiness Hobo Johnson

[Chorus]
I really hope that you find happiness
And the book you write's magnificent
And I won't help but stare at every word
It would burn holes in many mattresses
After I place it down, read in full
That lovely little book titled, "I Told You So"
Yeah, you're Thoreau-ly mad
At the world
Yeah, and it sucks, but this place will never change
It'll probably get way worse
At best stay the same, so you'll be fucking

[Verse 1]
World-renowned
While I'm getting drunk at my house
Thinking about the dumb words I said when I was a bit too high
Those two pills I took felt very nice
But made me break your lovely little heart
And I said, "Ashley, that's so fucking dumb
To think that life just hands you some book
That you barely have to write
It's gonna take like fucking 4 or 5 bad books nobody would ever like
For you to live that wonderful life"
And she stopped
And she cried
That night
And she's right, she's gonna write that book
That's gonna make me look
Like a fucking fool