Did you notice how I'm feeling?
I thought you might feel the same
Going back and losing track so I repeat myself again
I've made mistakes
You've broken promises
I could win a fucking medal for the most apologies

Apologies
Apologies

I could buy her flowers but it never fucking works
It's like a loaded gun
It's like dynamite and a match to her
Guess you could say that she's explosive
She says: Boy, you're corrosive
Sort yourself out
Sort yourself out

Notice me
I'm trying here so desperately to find sanity
Not sure if I can be your peace of mind
I'm never gonna be
I'm never gonna be what you want if you don't trust me
So, what's it gonna be?
Tell me who you are
And tell me what you really think

Tell me what you really think

I could buy her flowers but it never fucking works
It's like a loaded gun
It's like dynamite and a match to her
Guess you could say that she's explosive
She says “Boy, you're corrosive”
“Sort yourself out”
“Sort yourself out”

And to be honest, it's not really much to do with fucking flowers
When you stay up for hours doing nothing
Fucking thinking 'bout the future
It's mental Kama Sutra
Sort yourself out
Sort yourself out

I could buy her flowers but it never fucking works
It's like a loaded gun
It's like dynamite and a match to her
Guess you could say that she's explosive
She says: Boy, you're corrosive
Sort yourself out
Sort yourself out

And to be honest, it's not really much to do with fucking flowers
When you stay up for hours doing nothing
Fucking drank all my kombucha
Play dumb just cause it suits ya
Sort yourself out
Sort yourself out