crydancing

I’m ‘bout to make a song for me

A pessimistic symphony

It’s bitter like a tangerine

But sweeter than your sympathy

Oo ‘cause sometimes i don’t wanna fight it anymore, anymore

Oo and sometimes i swear that i like it, so here i go

I’m i’m i’m (cry) crydancing

It feels so right right right cry crydancing

I don’t wanna explain myself

Don’t need to explain myself to you or anyone

I’m i’m im (cry) crydancing

I take a shot of nyquil neat

And make a dress out of my sheets

It’s the party of my lucid dreams

A met gala of misery

But i can get us in for free

Oo cause sometimes i don’t wanna fight it anymore, more, more, more when

Yea i feel i feel somе type a way