Ba-da-ba-da-ba-da, ba-da-da
I could paint the ceiling blue
And never leave my room
Just make it all go "boom"
Blow my life up over you
You could paint your bedroom green
While sobbing over me
Go pick up nicotine
Try to kill me in your sleep
But I can't help feeling sorry about
Feeling sorry for myself, for myself
The world's too fucked
To cry about a breakup
The world's too fucked
To cry about a breakup
No I can't help feeling sorry about
Feeling sorry for myself, for myself
And crying 'bout a breakup
Ba-da-da-da-ba-da, ba-da-da
I could drink my body weight
In dollar store champagne
And sleep for seven days
But we'd still be worlds away
You could kiss a girl
Or two or 24
But when they'd shut your door
You would only miss me more
No I can't help feeling sorry about
Feeling sorry for myself, for myself (oh no-no-no)
The world's too fucked
To cry about a breakup
The world's too fucked
To cry about a breakup
No I can't help feeling sorry about
Feeling sorry for myself, for myself
And crying 'bout a breakup
Ba-da-di-da-di-da (ooo), ba-di-da-di-da-da-da
And crying 'bout a breakup (and crying 'bout a breakup)
Ba-da-di-da-di-da, ba-di-da-di-da-da-da (ooo, uuu)
The world's too fucked
To cry about a breakup
So I give up
Fighting for the small stuff
The world's too fucked
I'm lucky when I wake up
But I never wanna wake up
Crying 'bout a breakup
The world's too fucked
To cry about a breakup
The world's too fucked
To cry about a breakup
No I can't help feeling sorry about
Feeling sorry for myself, for myself
And crying 'bout a breakup