Haven’t seemed haven’t seen happy it’s [bad word] to me
When it does
I don’t know where I’ll keep it at all
In my room where I sleep to keep away bad dreams
In my heart, I don’t know
Loneliness takes up all that space

So when I’m feeling low I’ll take out my check book and buy a new car
Oh that sweet distraction, [bad word] discontent, I’m in love

Andrea's in the room kicking her shoes off
Sing along, singing along
Shaking our blues off we sing [bad word] up with a plan so brilliant
Like Times Square, mid-day 
Thoughts are directed in every way

And so I’ll keep my eyes on the billboard ads displayed
Kill my heart, no fix it up
Oh those sweet distractions, inviting discontent, I’m in love