I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour but heaven knows i'm miserable now. I was looking for a job, and then I found a job and heaven knows i'm miserable now. In my life why do I give valuable time to people who don't care if i live or die? Why do I smile at people who I'd much rather kick in the eye? I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour but heaven knows I'm miserable now. "Oh, you've been in the house too long" she said and I (naturally) fled in my life.