Alright, horns one, two, three
Ba ba, ah ah ah ah ah ah, ah ah
I wanna as bright like summer at noon
But I'm so used to being down
That I don't trust good news
Holes in my sweater that I've worn through
From fighting monsters with a feather
If I'm ever on a high i feel dizzy ‘cause I
I get suspicious if I get my wishes
If I'm doing great
Then something must be wrong
I know it isn't healthy and
It doesn't help me
But I sit and wait for something to go wrong
Something to go ba ba, ah ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah ah
Something to go ba ba, ah ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All this living's rough and there's
A lot left to do
With no parachute on my back
I hope I land here soon
Can't fault the wеather
But I should be inside
Tryna makе myself feel better
So if I'm ever on a high
I don't feel so easy ‘cause I
I get suspicious if I get my wishes
If I'm doing great
Then something must be wrong
I know it isn't healthy and
It doesn't help me
But I sit and wait for something to go wrong
Something to go ba ba, ah ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah ah
Something to go ba ba, ah ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah ah
Ba ba, ah ah ah ah ah ah, ah ah
