I could paint the ceiling blue and never leave my room

Just make it all go boom, blow my life up over you

Could paint your bedroom green while sobbing over me

Go pick up nicotine, try to kill me in your sleep

But I can't help feeling sorry about

Feeling sorry for myself, for myself

The world's too fucked to cry about a breakup

The world's too fucked to cry about a breakup

No, I can't help feeling sorry about

Feeling sorry for myself, for myself

And crying 'bout a breakup

I could drink my body weight in dollar-store champagne

And sleep for seven days but we'd still be worlds away

You could kiss a girl or two or twenty-four

But when they'd shut your door, you would only miss me more

No, I can't help feeling sorry about

Feeling sorry for myself, for myself (no, no, no, no)

The world's too fucked to cry about a breakup

The world's too fucked to cry about a breakup

No, I can't help feeling sorry about

Feeling sorry for myself, for myself

And crying 'bout a breakup

And crying 'bout a breakup

The world's too fucked to cry about a breakup

So I give up fighting for the small stuff

The world's too fucked, I'm lucky when I wake up

But I never wanna wake up, crying 'bout a breakup

The world's too fucked to cry about a breakup

The world's too fucked to cry about a breakup

No, I can't help feeling sorry about

Feeling sorry for myself, for myself

And crying 'bout a breakup