Birthdays and happiness citizens
Barrels of fun
And the barrel of a gun
Loaded with happiness on a ship
Filled with stars
And off to the Mars
Tiniest of people with pink pop balloons
Off to the moon
Aging to soon
With their birthdays
And cakes filled with lemonade
Bitter and sweet
And wrinkles too deep
Birthdays with no silly carnival
No New Year's Eye
No Jack-up-your-sleeve
Christmas and Easter's like Mondays
And you have to stay
Pretend it's ok
Trapped in your house like a laboratory mouse
A bored little spouse
That waltzes to Strauss
With a ballgown of TikTok pyjama style
Posting meanwhile
A forced ugly smile
Birthdays got lost in the calendar
Twenty times two
A year painted blue
Paused in our armchairs in streaming life
Seasons would change
Days washed down the drains
Promised a future but stuck to this now
I'll make it, I vow
But I don't know how
And I'll paint into Birthdays all every days
Spring, Summer, fall
And winter in gold
Promise I'll make it and you'll make it too
This too shall pass
So raise up your glass
And I'll paint all our Birthdays in glitter dust
Sparkling and bold
To have and to hold
