Lyric

It wasn’t your voice that night

Yet the borrowed speaker whispered, “I’m happy, I’m happy.”

Cafeteria light on your cheekbone line—

Rain on the window turned the moment mine

Music may not be forever mine, and that’s alright

If I can laugh beside you, I could say with a smile:

“I don’t need to sing tonight,”

And still feel alive

Sunny rain keeps me at the cafeteria

Holding me still in a perfect sky

It wasn’t your voice, but it told me twice:

“I’m happy. I’m happy.” — it sounded like mine

A love note folded with a shiso leaf

Still glowing faint in a drawer of sleep

The boy who raised his hand for everything came back—

Thanks to kindness, thanks to pain

Thanks to money, and the crooked lane

But in the end, the credit’s clear:

It’s you, it’s you, always near

If silence is the only crowd

I’ll let its quiet sing out loud

Sunny rain keeps me at the cafeteria

Holding me still in a perfect sky

It wasn’t your voice, but it told me twice:

“I’m happy. I’m happy.” — it sounded like mine

Under a shade-lamp he tried to outrun regret;

She wrote, “I’ll carry it,” on Instagram

Bet she auditioned every backing track

When we meet again, highballs in our hands

We’ll laugh it off, then dance and dance—

If we meet again, if we meet again

We once spun wild on a thrift-and-curry street

Gave sin and love to the world with our feet

I said, “I can’t go crazy sober,” and I believed that line;

Turns out I can—look, I’m sober and alive

Sunny rain keeps me at the cafeteria

Still it reminds me I’m free to shine

It wasn’t your voice, but it told me twice:

“I’m happy. I’m happy.” — this time it’s mine

I loved myself for real, the mirror finally kind

“I’m happy. I’m happy.” — the voice is mine