I just want to make you happy.
I just want to make you smile,
but I was in a real bad way and
at every turn I turn up. Turn up.
Strange, that I consider the monster
when everything comes to push. Shove.
It never works out right for the downside,
the sweetheart of everything strange.
A glory badge made to break and built to fall,
just your standard issue self-sabotage. Sabotage.
It never works out right for the downside,
the sweetheart of everything strange -
that I feel destiny is out to kill me,
that my limit has fell asleep at the wheel.
At the top of my lungs I say “YEA!”
At the top of my lungs I say “YEA!”,
making the mistakes I need to make.
It never works out right for the downside,
the sweetheart of everything strange.