About a Breakup

Ba-da-ba-da-ba-da, ba-da-da I could paint the ceiling blue And never leave my room Just make it all go "boom" Blow my life up over you 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 Ba-da-da-da-ba-da, ba-da-da 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 24 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 (oh 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 Ba-da-di-da-di-da (ooo), ba-di-da-di-da-da-da And crying 'bout a breakup (and crying 'bout a breakup) Ba-da-di-da-di-da, ba-di-da-di-da-da-da (ooo, uuu) 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