My Happiness

Verse 1

I wear mismatched shoes to feel the breeze,

Talk to my plants and they talk back with ease.

I hum to the fridge when it’s full of light,

And chase my shadow just to say goodnight.

Chorus

My happy makes no sense to you,

It’s glitter in soup and skies that are blue.

It’s crying at rainbows, laughing at clocks,

It’s dancing alone in polka-dot socks.

Verse 2

I name my spoons and sing to the moon,

I clap when the kettle whistles a tune.

I write love notes to the wind and the bees,

And dream of a world made of melted cheese.

Bridge

You might not get it, and that’s okay,

My joy’s not a puzzle you need to play.

It’s mine to hold, to feel, to be—

A secret garden, wild and free.

Final Chorus

My happy makes no sense at all,

It’s a tumble, a tickle, a waterfall.

So let me be strange, let me be true,

My joy’s not a mirror—it’s just my view.