I'm about to make a song for me A pessimistic symphony
It's bitter like a tangerine But sweeter than your sympathy
Ooh, cause sometimes I don't wanna fight it Anymore, anymore
Ooh, and sometimes I swear that I like it So here I go, I'm, I'm
I'm, I'm, I'm, cry, cry, dancing I, it feels so right, right, right
Cry, cry, dancing I, don't wanna explain myself
I feel some type of way, yeah, I feel, I feel some type of way
Don't need to explain myself to anyone Yeah, I feel, I feel some type of way
I'm, I'm, I'm, cry, cry, dancing I'm
I take a shot of like we'll meet And make a dress out of my sheets
It's a party of my lucid dreams A mad gala of misery
But I can get us in for free Ooh, cause sometimes I don't wanna fight it
Anymore, more, more, more
I'm, I'm, I'm, cry, cry, dancing I, it feels so right, right, right
Cry, cry, dancing I, don't wanna explain myself
I feel some type of way, yeah, I feel, I feel some type of way
Don't need to explain myself to anyone Yeah, I feel, I feel some type of way
I'm, I'm, I'm, cry, cry, dancing I'm
I feel, I feel some type of way, yeah, I feel, I feel some type of way
I'm, I'm, I'm, cry, cry, dancing I, it feels so right, right, right
Cry, cry, dancing I, don't wanna explain myself
I feel some type of way, yeah, I feel, I feel some type of way
Don't need to explain myself to anyone Yeah, I feel, I feel some type of way
I'm, I'm, I'm, cry, cry, dancing I, it feels so right, right, right