Come On Get Happy

I'm sleeping
And right in the middle of a good dream
like all at once I wake up
[So, in actuality, you're not really sleeping]
From something that keeps knocking at my brain
Before I go insane
I hold my pillow to my head
[which, of course, is completely rational]
And spring up in my bed
Screaming out the words I dread:
"I think I love you!" (I think I love you)
[whew! I'm glad I did that before I went insane...There's nothing to make a girl feel wanted like somebody who thinks being in love with her involves intense dread and screaming. Mmmm, romantic.]

This morning, I woke up with this feeling
[Is this a different morning or the same one?]
I didn't know how to deal with
And so I just decided to myself
I'd hide it to myself
[But we're still not insane, right?]
And never talk about it
And didn't I go and shout it
When you walked into my room.
"I think I love you!" (I think I love you)
[And did she run away screaming herself or just call the police?]

I think I love you
So what am I so afraid of?
[Your other seven personalities? The voices that all say the same thing? Loss of your meds? Those plans to build a bell tower?]
I'm afraid that I'm not sure of
A love there is no cure for
[Some people just use penicillin.]
I think I love you
Isn't that what life is made of?
[Not sticks and snails and puppy dog tails?]
Though it worries me to say
I've never felt this way
[I'm pretty sure I'm a little more worried than you at this point.]

Believe me
You really don't have to worry
[I've only had three or four restraining orders filed against me...]
I only want to make you happy
And if you say,
hey, go away, I will
[And yet you're still here singing this 'romantic' song.]
But I think better still
I ought to stay around and love you
[oh. joy.]
Do you think I have a case?
[As in will this go to court? More than likely.]
Let me ask you to your face:
Do you think you love me?
I think I love you!
[This song would probably best be summed up by one word: stalker]