To tell the truth I think you're lying
This ain't how it's gotta be
No matter how much you deny it
I know you still think about me
Like when we broke my parent's van
The first time that we kissed
Two twenty-something
Acting like love-struck little kids
Or our trip across the country when we left that hotel room
Well, you holding my nephews is still my favorite view
If I'm not happy that you're happy
If I'm happy that you're sad
If you're not happy that I'm happy
If you're happy that I'm sad
Then what the hell are we doing about that?
Remember those nights we don't remember
Those mornings we just stayed in bed
My guitar and your piano
They were the best talks we ever had
Or when I sat there with your dad
He kept trying to outdrink me
He said so many things I didn't want to hear
Like how much you're like your mom
And how you both were crazy
Then he wished me luck and bought me another beer
If I'm not happy that you're happy
If I'm happy that you're sad
If you're not happy that I'm happy
If you're happy that I'm sad
Then what the hell are we doing about that?