Comfortable Sadness

And I'm always looking for something For someone I'll never find, a constant And when I fuck it up I make it all at once 'Cause it doesn't feel like it's properly done If I'm not looking at blood on the fabric Looking at blood You said that's why I'm constantly standing In my own heavy, ungraceful, comfortable sadness You said that's why I shouldn't think about it anymore It does me no good But it stuck to the back of my skull like I knew that it would So shut your mouth, don't act like you didn't know Don't look at the telephone on the table Like you didn't know that it would hurt your feelings Like you didn't know that it would hurt your feelings