I've been to Hollywood Hills taking violet pills
Writing all of my songs about my cheap thrills
You're a hard man to love and I'm a hard woman to keep track ofYou like to rage, don't do that
You want your way
You make me so mad
Got your gun
I've gone my dadIs this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
I've been to Hollywood Hills crushing violet pills
You've been trying to write a novel 'bout your cheap thrills
You think you're Hunter S. Thompson
But I think you're fucking crazy as the day's longMan to man, heart to heart
I love you but you drive me so far
Wish you well on the starIs this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?Witch Hazel, witch Hazel
Betrayal, betrayal
One gun on the table
Headshot if you're able
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
