I’m sorry bud it’s the sad songs that make me happy
But what was the feeling?
When I met Say Yes?
You’re the first hate when it’s sappy
Yet the first with no address
I found the guts I met the man
I scream out to embarrass my name
Yet anxiety keeps me along
Cause there’s joy in a sad song
And I’m done making sense to other people
And I’m done making sense
And it’s people like you that drive us to suicide
But I feel the same way every time I’m denied
Oh how I wish I could act on things I’ve left back
And I know they’re covered by standards and stacks
I don’t care if it’s your lords day
Don’t fucking censor anything I say