I dedicate this song to Christian Diana, Brian Milligram, and Mike Lombardi. The three most helpful and supportive people in this Song-a-Week project. This is Song-a-Week 51, it's called Aura of Happiness.

No, I won't talk about metacognitivity
And no I won't talk about bananas
But I will tell you the story about how
I wrote one song every week for the past year

When I was 18 and I was sexually frustrated
I set myself a challenge that would help me improve musically
I lost some friends and I made some new ones in the process
But about a year ago I never thought a single thing would change

Some awkward kid walking around with a guitar
Playing songs every Thursday at the Tuscan Cafe and nowhere else

But then I found myself in a very special place
The kind of place you'd think was outer space

I found myself in an aura of happiness
High above the ground in a place I can't digress
I get lost in the feelings of every song that I wrote
That I wrote, that I wrote

Now look at me I'm a different kid
One thing's never changed I still don't give a shit
About what anybody thinks about me or my music
But before you talk just keep this in mind

I was told I have the heart of an Idaho potato
I'm not taking any shit from anyone anymore

I found myself in an aura of happiness
High above the ground in a place I can't digress
I get lost in the feelings of every song that I wrote
That I wrote, that I wrote

There's one more week left and I don't know what to do with that
This year flew by so fast I don't know what goal to arrive at
This right here is the end of a chapter of my life
And next Friday will be the start of another one

I found myself in an aura of happiness
High above the ground in a place I can't digress
I get lost in the feelings of every song I wrote
That I wrote

I wrote about Jessica, I slept in skinny jeans
I fucking hate Applebee's, I live in a lakehouse
I really like bacon, I really miss you and me
Probably somewhere, three hours of sleep

Homesick in Oklahoma, I kinda love JP
I fucking hate society, I wrote about Matt Gould
And I wrote about a secret

I stuck up for my friends, I sat on the Canaan bench
I wrote about paintings, God gave me a second chance
This one's for you too, Starhaven Avenue
Wake up San Fran, my childhood is gone

Another deadly secret, mashing up potatoes
Silly little love letters, Interstate 25
And I saw the rings of saturn

I wear mookie mookie pants, I didn't write on Casey's shirt
I feel infinite, we have the best of both worlds
Ellie is my best friend, everyone almost died
I miss those good night calls, I want to die right next to you

I couldn't write a song, I had a silly dream
Fly me to England, I'm not getting better
And before I say thank you and good night

Holding hands and rainbows, driving through New Mexico
I really wish that you were here, come back to the past
Now it's all over, it should've been one year
I'm hungry and half-awake in Psych 105

You're a cyber piece of fuck, who the hell ever knew
I wanna catch a subway train before she dies

And here I am, singing my second to last
I never want to revisit my past
Everything that happened there can stay there
No other experience will ever compare

I found myself in an aura of happiness
High above the ground in a place I can't digress
I get lost in the feelings of every song that I wrote
That I wrote, that I wrote