I could paint the ceiling blue and never leave my room
Just make it all go boom, blow my life up over 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
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 twenty-four
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 (no, 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
And crying 'bout a breakup
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
