Bye.
What's the matter?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Run away.
I'll just catch up with you later if you're nice there.
OK, Charlie.
Please.
Please.
Please.
Please.
Please.
Please.
If you're nice,
you said I take things way too far.
I said that's who we really are.
Tripped on words, spilled my drink.
Still the funniest thing.
Don't you think you'll roll your eyes?
I strike a pose, turn every fight into a show.
Life's a mess,
but here we are,
laughing loud beneath the stars.
I cracked a joke,
you tried to stay serious,
but slipped away.
Now we're crying, but it's fun.
Guess we're both the broken ones.
Every plan we made went wrong,
but somehow it became our song.
If chaos had a melody,
it would sound like you and me.
So here's to all the silly things,
the love, the pain,
the mood swings.
It's tragic magic, nothing less.
You and I, the funniest mess.
Yeah, nah, nah, nah, nah.