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But I think it could be really cool this way

And just, it sounds sad 'cause it's on piano, um, and, I'm sad in general

But um, it's gotta have, like, a driving synth beat, or whatever

I stopped trying to make him laugh, stopped trying to drill the safe

Thinking how much sad did you think I had, did you think I had in me?

Oh, the tragedy

Every breath feels like rarest air when you're not sure if he wants to be there

So how much sad did you think I had, did you think I had in me?

How much tragedy?

But my bare hands paved their paths

You don't get to tell me about sad

If you wanted me dead you should've just said

I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends, I don't dress for friends

She don't start shit, but she can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends, she don't dress for friends

(I remember)

Good girl, sad boy, big city, wrong choices

We had one thing going on

My heart won't start anymore (stop, 'cause you're losing me)

How long could we be a sad song?

Till we were too far gone to bring back to life?

Salt streams out my eyes and into my ears

Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea

Nice!

Sapphire tears on my face, sadness became my whole sky (sky)

But some guy said my aura's moonstone just 'cause he was high

And I never don't cry (no, I never don't cry) at the bar

Yeah, my sadness is contagious (my sadness is contagious)

I slur your name till someone puts me in a car

Cross-legged in the dim light

They say: What a sad sight

I, I swear you could hear a hair pin drop

Cross-legged in the dim light

They say: What a sad sight

I, I stayed there

But not without my muse

I want auroras and sad prose

I want to watch wisteria grow

Don't want no other shade of blue but you

No other sadness in the world would do

My best laid plan

Don't want no other shade of blue but you

No other sadness in the world would do

You know I left a part of me back in New York

Don't want no other shade of blue but you

No other sadness in the world would do

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (okay)

We're so sad, we paint the town blue

Voted most likely to run away with you

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (okay)

We're so sad, we paint the town blue (paint it blue)

Voted most likely to run away with you

You're gorgeous

You make me so happy it turns back to sad (yeah)

There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

And you are so gorgeous it makes me so mad

You make me so happy it turns back to sad (yeah)

There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

You're gorgeous

You make me so happy it turns back to sad (turns back to sad)

There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have (what I can't have)

Salt in the wound, like you're laughing right at me

Oh, it's so sad to

Think about the good times

So if you're coming my way, just don't

Oh, it's so sad to

Think about the good times

Better yet, respect ain't quite sincere no more, ah

Oh, it's so sad to

Think about the good times

And you gotta live with the bad blood now

Oh, it's so sad to

Think about the good times

Oh no, oh no, I'm unarmed

The waiting is a sadness

Fading into madness