Modern Old Times

Recent pictures of our parents
look like old photos from the 70s.

I'm not there yet but I figure
it's the same for me a-plenty.

Everyone out to get some thing
instead of just being pretty.

I thought I understood
But it now it's getting sticky...

Happiness is a strange addiction.
Happiness is a strange addiction.


The architect brought me
Fortune, sex, fame, and identity

Am I to blame for this pain,
For what there really should be no shame

You say there may not be a mystery,
only this lonely, lonely ride.

But a strong code of conduct
is a conviction every time.

Happiness is a strange addiction.
Happiness is a strange addiction.


Not much of me remains
but the headlines are the same.

Rivers of intrigue and subterfuge;
my talent has always been a game.

Someone seeks to possess it,
someone seeks to control it

But it isn't nothing without me,
I know that for sure.

Happiness is a strange addiction.
Happiness is a strange addiction.