Something Happy-ish

I have been obsessed with The Judybats, especially the Pain Makes You Beautiful CD, since I was in 9th grade. That CD is so scratched and skips like hell, but I needed to hear something from it so I bought it used from Amazon. It came in the mail today. I was a little upset looking at the CD cover because there was a hole punch on the side. However, when I opened it, it had been autographed by the entire band. Granted my name is not JIM but this gave me some pleasure.

What did I have to hear?

Being Simple

Hearts cannot be broken. They're small squishy things. They don't break like glass, but they bruise, easily. This one you bruised.
Words will not be spoken never knowing what they mean. Sticks and stones hurt my bones, your promises have broken me, each one you break.
And I want to be good but good is being simple. Simple is forgetting and I simply can't forget.
I want to be good but good is being simple. Simple is forgetting and I simply can't forget.
Eyes are always open. Even when they sleep. Mine are mostly closed, while yours are wondering. You look where you please.
And I want to be good but good is being simple. Simple is forgetting and I simply can't forget.
I want to be great but greatness is giving. Giving leaves me empty. Oh great emptiness.
Souls cannot be taken. They're large and their loud.
Yours merely whispers, lately seems it's shrinking. I wish it would speak.
And I want to be good but good is being simple. Simple is forgetting and I simply can't forget.
I want to be great but greatness is giving. Giving leaves me empty. Oh great emptiness.

I totally relate to the lines I want to be good but good is being simple. Simple is forgetting and I simply can't forget. I want to be great but greatness is giving. Giving leaves me empty. Oh great emptiness line. I let them in and they all bruise my heart. I simply can't forget.