Complicated Things

What if I only wanted to say “have a happy day”?
Why did it have to be such a complicated thing?
Why did I find myself in full-on retreat?
I worked up the courage, then ran away in defeat
It was only a greeting, something normal to say
So then, how did I manage to make all these mistakes?
I mumbled and stumbled and fumbled for words
Now you’re angry with me, and I’ll never be heard
I won’t get to say what I was trying to say
Just to wish you good things on your sweet, special day

Simple things become complicated in complex situations