NADA

I'm too pretty for this mess

It's giving me distress

Only speaking dum, dum, dum, dum

I'm too busy with my plans

I got my own two hands

And they're going down, down, down, down

In your dreams you be touchin' me

It's so sad to see, I know, you know

It's kind of criminal, soon as I'm alone

You pick up the phone and call

Now you wanna talk about it

Talk about it, talk about it

Didn't then, but now you wanna

Shh, I feel nothing, nada

Life is gonna bite you harder

Too late now to love me louder

Didn't then, but now you wanna

Shh, I feel nothing, nada

I feel nothing, nada

I feel nothing, nada

How are you still speaking when I'm trying to leave

Don't you know you're dead to me, I'm trying to grieve

'Cause it's too little and too late

I'm doing super great

You gave me nada

Na-nada

It's kind of criminal, soon as I'm alone

You pick up the phone and call

Now you wanna talk about it

Talk about it, talk about it

Didn't then, but now you wanna

Shh, I feel nothing, nada

Life is gonna bite you harder

Too late now to love me louder

Didn't then, but now you wanna

Shh, I feel nothing, nada

I feel nothing, nada

I feel nothing, nada

I feel nothing, nada

I feel nothing, nada