Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba
I look in the mirror at a person I'm not sure I know
Red cheeks, bleeding lips and bruises on each elbow
I fall asleep with my eyes wide
Terrified, you take a photo to remember that night
We're destined to fall in love the same way
I'll bring the papers if you bring the bouquet
There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth
Smash the glass, whisper into screaming
"What do you have to be sad about?"
There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth
Didn't realise happy wasn't healing
What do you have to be sad about?
We could've been a wedding band
Scot takes the brass and Mikey takes the strings
Instead bleed syllabic, pain in every decibel
Remove cries from your temporal but
The weight in chest still stings (Ooh!)
There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth
Smash the glass, whisper into screaming
"What do you have to be sad about?"
There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth
Didn't realise happy wasn't healing
What do you have to be sad about?
(Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba)
You stitch the seams in your cardigan and you call yourself brand new
But reinvention don't work that way, it's death in the chest
And you've been searching so many notes in cursive
And yeah it hasn't worsened, yet solutions feel their furthest
There I was a multitude of feeling
(Hey-hey!) fresh concrete in my mouth
Smash the glass, whisper into screaming
"What do you have to be sad about?"
There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth
Didn't realise happy wasn't healing
What do you have to be sad about?
There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth
Smash the glass, whisper into screaming
"What do you have to be sad about?"
There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth
Didn't realise happy wasn't healing
What do you have to be sad about?