Sort Yourself Out

Did you notice how I'm feeling?

I thought you might feel the same

Going back and losing track, so I'll repeat myself again

I've made mistakes, you've broken promises

I could win a fucking medal for the most apologies

Apologies, apologies

I could buy her flowers, but it never fucking works

It's like a loaded gun, it's like dynamite and a match to her

Guess you could say that she's explosive

She says, "Boy, you're corrosive, sort yourself out, sort yourself out"

Notice me

I'm trying here so desperately to find certainty

Not sure if I can be your peace of mind

I'm never gonna be, I'm never gonna be what you want if you don't trust me

So, what's it gonna be?

Tell me who are, and tell me what you really think

Tell me what you really think

I could buy her flowers, but it never fucking works

It's like a loaded gun, it's like dynamite and a match to her

Guess you could say that she's explosive

She says, "Boy, you're corrosive, sort yourself out, sort yourself out"

And to be honest, it's not really much to do with fucking flowers

When you stay up for hours doing nothing

Fucking thinking 'bout the future

It's mental kama sutra

Sort yourself out, sort yourself out

I could buy her flowers, but it never fucking works

It's like a loaded gun, it's like dynamite and a match to her

Guess you could say that she's explosive

She says, "Boy, you're corrosive, sort yourself out, sort yourself out"

And to be honest, it's not really much to do with fucking flowers

When you stay up for hours doing nothing

Fucking drank all my kombucha

And play dumb just 'cause it suits ya

Sort yourself out, sort yourself out