This is just no fun at all
I thought life with you’d be so cool
But every day feels like
A funeral

You’re always in a bad mood
King of the sullen attitude
It’s gone on for months now
Snap out of it dude

Cuz if you think that i’ll be hanging around
Trying to cheer you while you’re dragging me down
And if you think that i’ll be sticking this out
So i can watch you while you’re sulking about

No way
No way
No way
No way

Star of your own tragedy
Mr. dead poet’s society
Seems you’re in love with your
Own misery

You’re always falling apart
It’s always breaking my heart
You’ve turned defeatism
Into an art
And when it comes to being sullen and cold
It’s like you’re going for the olympic gold
And if you think that i’ll be hanging around
Getting morе familiar with your frown

No way
No way
No way
No way

You’re more than sour grapes
You’rе like a whole rotten bunch
I’d feel sorry for you
But you keep beating me to the punch

I can’t make it right
I wouldn’t know where to start
But you could lean on me
Instead you let this push us apart

And when i think of you
I think of a drowning man
So busy screaming for help
You won’t even reach for my hand
And everyone feels shitty every once in a while
But only you could make it your entire lifestyle
So if you think that i’ll be hanging around
Trying to cheer you while you’re dragging me down
And if you think that i’ll be laying in bed
Spending quality time with your self hatred

So i can watch while you reign
As the perceived king of pain
When you’ve got so much to be happy about
Man if you think that i’ll be sticking this out

No way
No way
No way
No way