Fineprint

I feel like the ocean

Like an island of trash

I don't like the ocean

It makes me too sad

I'm that kind of person

I make my own grief

And I'm your kind of person

But you're too close to me

Pick out your colors, ask me what to choose

Read me your fineprint and find someone new

Tell me your secrets, and list them again

'Cause I've got too many and I can't reveal them

I feel like an airplane

I'm gonna be sick

I used to hate airplanes

Yeah, I used to hold it in

But now I'm improvising

With too much to keep

And I love improvising

And you love something

Pick out your colors, ask me what to choose

Read me your fineprint and find someone new

Tell me your secrets, and list them again

'Cause I've got too many and I won't reveal them

I'm sorry for apologizing

I'm sorry for being bad at lying

I'm sorry for falling headfirst on the pavement

I'm sorry for finally doing something about it

You're probably somewhere laughing at me

'Cause you think I'm funny and I think it's mean

That you're never gonna know how much I care

And I'm always gonna want you out of my hair

You're never gonna know how much I care

And I'm always gonna want you out of my hair

You're never gonna know how much I care

And I'm always gonna want you out of my hair

You're never gonna know how much I care

And I'm always gonna want you out of my hair

You're never gonna know how much I care

And I'm always gonna want you