I'm 'bout to make a song for me
A pessimistic symphony
It's bitter like a tangerine
But sweeter than your sympathy
Oh, 'cause sometimes I don't wanna fight it anymore
Anymore
Oh, and sometimes I swear that I like it
So here I go (here I go, here I go)
I'm, I'm, I'm cry crydancing, I'm
It feels so right, right, right
Cry crydancing I'm
Don't wanna explain myself
(I feel I feel some type away, yeah I feel some type away)
Don't wanna explain myself to you or anyone
(I feel I feel some type away, yeah I feel I feel some type away)
I'm, I'm, I'm cry crydancing, I'm
I took a shot of nyquil neat
And make a dress out of my sheets (and make a dress out of my sheets)
It's a party of my lucid dreams
A met gala of misery
But I can get us in for free
Oh, 'cause sometimes I don't wanna fight it anymore
More, more, more
I'm, I'm, I'm cry crydancing, I'm
It feels so right right right
Cry crydancing I'm
Don't wanna explain myself
(I feel I feel some type away, yeah I feel I feel some type away)
Don't wanna explain myself to you or anyone
(I feel I feel some type away, yeah I feel I feel some type away)
I'm, I'm, I'm cry crydancing I'm
I feel I feel some type a way
Yeah, I feel I feel some type a way
I feel I feel some type a way
Yeah, I feel I feel some type a way
I feel I feel some type a way
Yeah, I feel I feel some type a way
I feel I feel some type a way
Yeah, I feel I feel some type a way
I'm, I'm, I'm cry crydancing, I'm
It feels so right right right
Cry crydancing I'm
Don't wanna explain myself
(I feel I feel some type away, yeah I feel I feel some type away)
Don't wanna explain myself to you or anyone
(I feel I feel some type away, yeah I feel I feel some type away)
I'm, I'm, I'm cry crydancing, I'm