Fresh Concrete

Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba I look in the mirror at a person I'm not sure I know Red cheeks, bleeding lips and bruises on each elbow I fall asleep with my eyes wide Terrified, you take a photo to remember that night We're destined to fall in love the same way I'll bring the papers if you bring the bouquet There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth Smash the glass, whisper into screaming "What do you have to be sad about?" There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth Didn't realise happy wasn't healing What do you have to be sad about? We could've been a wedding band Scot takes the brass and Mikey takes the strings Instead bleed syllabic, pain in every decibel Remove cries from your temporal but The weight in chest still stings (Ooh!) There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth Smash the glass, whisper into screaming "What do you have to be sad about?" There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth Didn't realise happy wasn't healing What do you have to be sad about? (Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba) You stitch the seams in your cardigan and you call yourself brand new But reinvention don't work that way, it's death in the chest And you've been searching so many notes in cursive And yeah it hasn't worsened, yet solutions feel their furthest There I was a multitude of feeling (Hey-hey!) fresh concrete in my mouth Smash the glass, whisper into screaming "What do you have to be sad about?" There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth Didn't realise happy wasn't healing What do you have to be sad about? There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth Smash the glass, whisper into screaming "What do you have to be sad about?" There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth Didn't realise happy wasn't healing What do you have to be sad about?