Why do we look for happiness in the last place we lost it?
Digging through the trash won’t make it less forgotten.
Feverishly digging and clawing deeper in to filth hoping to find it where we dropped it.
That happiness is long gone–and so is the girl who lost it. That thrill of your chase is long lost–and so are the fingers that held it.
You’re a far away song and I’ve been looking all wrong. I can’t find happiness where I last dropped it. Can’t find it in the trash and I won’t let go by looking back. I’m letting go…I need you to know…
That happiness I had is something I don’t think you can give back and I won’t find it by reversing down our track.
I can’t find happiness where I last lost it.
You belong in the past and I won’t go digging through trash trying to get it back.