Ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da
I could paint the ceiling blue
And never leave my room
Just make an open bloom
Blow my life up over you
You could paint your bedroom green
While sobbing over me
Go pick up nicotine tryna kill me in your sleep
But I can't help feeling sorry 'bout
Feeling sorry for myself, for myself
The word is too fucked to cry about a breakup
The word is too fucked to cry about a breakup
No, I can't help feeling sorry 'bout
Feeling sorry for myself, for myself
And crying about a breakup
Ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da
I can drink my body weight
Under extortion pain [?]
And sleep for seven days, but we'll still be world's away
You could kiss a girl
One two and twenty-four
But when they shut your door
You would only miss me more
But I can't hеlp feeling sorry 'bout
Feeling sorry for myself, for myself (oh, no, no)
The word is too fuckеd to cry about a breakup (aah)
The word is too fucked to cry about a breakup
No, I can't help feeling sorry 'bout
Feeling sorry for myself, for myself
And crying about a breakup
Ba-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da (ooh)
And crying about a breakup
Ba-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da (ooh)
The word is too fucked to cry about a breakup
So I give up fightin' for this small stuff
The world is too fucked, I'm not gonna wake up
But I never wanna wake up
Crying about a breakup
The word is too fucked to cry about a breakup (aah)
The word is too fucked to cry about a breakup (aah)
No, I can't help feeling sorry 'bout (aah)
Feeling sorry for myself, for myself (aah)
And crying about a breakup
