Sort Yourself Out

Did you notice how I'm feeling? I thought you might feel the same Going back and losing track, so I repeat myself again I've made mistakes You've broken promises I could win a fucking medal for the most apologies Apologies Apologies I could buy her flowers but it never fucking works It's like a loaded gun It's like dynamite and a match to her Guess you could say that she's explosive She says, "Boy, you're corrosive" Sort yourself out Sort yourself out Notice me I'm trying here so desperately to find sanity Not sure if I can be your peace of mind I'm never gonna be I'm never gonna be what you want if you don't trust me So, what's it gonna be? Tell me who you are And tell me what you really think Tell me what you really think I could buy her flowers but it never fucking works It's like a loaded gun It's like dynamite and a match to her Guess you could say that she's explosive She says, "Boy, you're corrosive" Sort yourself out Sort yourself out And to be honest, it's not really much to do with fucking flowers When you stay up for hours doing nothing Fucking thinking 'bout the future It's mental Kama Sutra Sort yourself out Sort yourself out I could buy her flowers but it never fucking works It's like a loaded gun It's like dynamite and a match to her Guess you could say that she's explosive She says, "Boy, you're corrosive" Sort yourself out Sort yourself out And to be honest, it's not really much to do with fucking flowers When you stay up for hours doing nothing Fucking drank all my kombucha Play dumb just cause it suits ya Sort yourself out Sort yourself out