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