Cherry Pick (Bonus Track)
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β±οΈ 4:19 duration
π ID: 12279006
π Lyrics
You are blue and I know it
You're smiling red, but I see through it
I don't have to lie and say that I hate you
'Cause it's you that already knew it
When I get home
I ought to burn this bridge for good
Or better, or worse
Though I don't think I should
For better or worse, though I don't thinkβ
Oh, it's not your fault?
Well it's somebody's fault
That you're blue and I know it
You're smiling red while I see through it
I don't have to lie and say that I hate you
'Cause it's you that already knew it
When I get home
I'm gonna burn that bridge for good
Or better, or worse
Though I don't think I could
For better, or worse
Though I don't think I should
For better, or worse, no, I don'tβ
Oh, it's not your fault?
You say it's not your fault
Well it's somebody's fault
When you call from her roof
Ad-libbed appointment
Pseudo-suicide
You took too many pills this time to hide
You're always playing me for lovers
And paying me back with store-bought flowers
Pseudo-suicide
They're pulling out the pills from your insides
You're always taking me granted
But I don't mind
When I get home
I'm gonna burn that bridge for good
You're smiling red, but I see through it
I don't have to lie and say that I hate you
'Cause it's you that already knew it
When I get home
I ought to burn this bridge for good
Or better, or worse
Though I don't think I should
For better or worse, though I don't thinkβ
Oh, it's not your fault?
Well it's somebody's fault
That you're blue and I know it
You're smiling red while I see through it
I don't have to lie and say that I hate you
'Cause it's you that already knew it
When I get home
I'm gonna burn that bridge for good
Or better, or worse
Though I don't think I could
For better, or worse
Though I don't think I should
For better, or worse, no, I don'tβ
Oh, it's not your fault?
You say it's not your fault
Well it's somebody's fault
When you call from her roof
Ad-libbed appointment
Pseudo-suicide
You took too many pills this time to hide
You're always playing me for lovers
And paying me back with store-bought flowers
Pseudo-suicide
They're pulling out the pills from your insides
You're always taking me granted
But I don't mind
When I get home
I'm gonna burn that bridge for good