Happy Accident Anthem

I was supposed to grow up clean and efficient
color-coded life with a desk where the air smells like toner and fear
Was supposed to marry young
have tasteful photos on a mantel I never wanted
spend weekends talking about interest rates and the coming year
Instead I tripped on every expectation like a drunk who never read the script or stayed in their lane
Woke up on strange couches with confetti in my hair

pocket full of wrong numbers
laughing as my “future” washed down the drain.
They sent me pamphlets about five-year plans and networking events with warm wine and hungry smiles that never reached the eyes
I went once, wore the wrong shoes, swore too much
told the truth by accident
came home buzzing like I’d dodged a bullet wrapped in ties
Lost jobs I didn’t love

burned bridges that led straight into a dead end
heard the whispered “what a waste” from the older and the wise
Then looked around at the wreckage
realized that cardboard box was never gonna be my size.
Every time I thought I burnt it down with one messy choice
Life shrugged, kicked open a side door
and said in a tired voice, “Fine, kid, try this

you disaster, go ahead and make some noise.”
This is the happy accident anthem for every plan that hit the wall and still lit up the sky
For the dropouts, the runaways
the ones who said “fuck it” when the well ran dry
We were never meant for straight lines and clean checkboxes and looking for a reason why
We are happy accidents walking
messy proof that a wrong turn can still get you high.

I met my favorite people in places my guidance counselor would have called a total scare
In cheap bars, late night diners
chat rooms where sleepless strangers laid their secrets bare
We stitched families out of broken friendships and joint bank accounts with nothing to spare
Yet somehow there was always a couch, a smoke, a joke
and someone who was actually there.

None of that lives in the shiny ads
the ones with models standing in a parade
Our rescue came from missed trains
wrong turns down alleys, bad dates
and the music we played
Bless every fucked up choice that led us here
where the colors never fade.

This is the happy accident anthem for every plan that hit the wall and still lit up the sky
For the dropouts, the runaways
the ones who said “fuck it” when the well ran dry
We were never meant for straight lines and clean checkboxes and looking for a reason why
We are happy accidents walking
messy proof that a wrong turn can still get you high.

Cheers to the kid who missed the deadline and found art on the edge of town
To the parent who spun out sideways then found a tiny hand that slowed them down
To the burnout who broke every promise and still crawled back just to stay
To anyone who lost the script, sobbed on the floor
then walked out anyway.

This is the happy accident anthem, we are not mistakes
we are the punchline that outlived the joke
We are the fire that started when the safe little plan went up in smoke
If your life looks nothing like the story they sold you with a plastic grin
Sing this loud, you beautiful mess
you escaped the box they tried to put you in.

Here’s our gospel under breath, whispered half in fear
half slam, “I fucked it up and somehow lived
and I don’t give a damn.”