Lyrics

This is just no fun at all I thought life with you'd be so cool But every day feels like A funeral You're always in a bad mood King of the sullen attitude It's gone on for months now Snap out of it dude Cuz if you think that i'll be hanging around Trying to cheer you while you're dragging me down And if you think that i'll be sticking this out So i can watch you while you're sulking about No way No way No way No way Star of your own tragedy Mr. dead poet's society Seems you're in love with your Own misery You're always falling apart It's always breaking my heart You've turned defeatism Into an art And when it comes to being sullen and cold It's like you're going for gold And if you think that i'll be hanging around Getting more familiar with your frown No way No way No way No way You'rе more than sour grapes You're likе a whole rotten bunch I'd feel sorry for you But you keep beating me to the punch I can't make it right I wouldn't know where to start But you could lean on me Instead you let this push us apart And when i think of you I think of a drowning man So busy screaming for help You won't even reach for my hand And everyone feels shitty every once in a while But only you could make it your entire lifestyle So if you think that i'll be hanging around Trying to cheer you while you're dragging me down And if you think that i'll be laying in bed Spending quality time with your self hatred So i can watch while you reign As the perceived king of pain When you've got so much to be happy about Man if you think that i'll be sticking this out No way No way No way No way