About a Breakup

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