No more mister nice guy I love the dead I've been thinking about it Now I understand what he said
Ask me now I understand the words that alice said I kick the rocks beneath me I squint at the sun Sad, sad, sad, sad Why must I be sad? The rows of dandelions growing all around me Why must I be sad? (sad, sad, sad) (sad, sad, sad)
No one knows these things but me and him So I'm writing everything down in a spiral notebook In the hopes that one day Other people will feel as low as this
Ask me now I understand the words that alice said I kick the rocks beneath me I squint at the sun Sad, sad, sad, sad Why must I be sad? The rows of dandelions growing all around me Why must I be sad? (sad, sad, sad)
No more mister nice guy I love the dead I've been thinking about it Now I understand what he said
Ask me now I understand the words that alice said I kick the rocks beneath me I squint at the sun Sad, sad, sad, sad Why must I be sad? The rows of dandelions growing all around me Why must I be sad? (welcome to my nightmare / dead) Why must I be sad? (babies / raped and freezin' / you) Why must I be sad? (drive me nervous / elected /) Why must I be sad? (generation landslide / un) Why must I be sad? (der my wheels / muscle of love /) Why must I be sad? (school's out / only women bleed /) Why must I be sad? (billion dollar babies) Why must I be sad? (sad, sad, sad) (sad, sad, sad) (sad, sad, sad) (sad, sad)
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