Almost Happy

If I could look beyond your face

And photograph your hidden place

Would I find you smiling in the pictureI don't know what you want

Because you don't know

So what's the point of askingYou're almost happy

Almost content

But your head hurtsFar too many ways to go

We learn so much but never know where to look

Or when we should stop lookingI can love the whole of you

The poetry I stole from you

And hide inside my stomachYou're almost happy

Almost content

But your head hurtsIt's easy to get lost in you

And fall asleep inside of you

I want to return to you

A reason to be here

A reason to be hereNo I don't know what you want

And you don't know

So what's the point of askingYou're almost happy

Almost content

But your head hurts