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 weather, but I should be inside
Tryna make 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
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