Forget About It

You are a handful of roses; thorns, in a cheap bouquet. True, I'm a walking disaster, they told you to stay away. Seems like I'm making a deal with the devil whose whispering softly to me. "Are you sure that she's the one?" 'Cause I feel like a bad joke, Walk the tight rope to hold on to you. Was it real? Or a love scene from a bad dream, I don't think I can forget about it. You are a shining example of why I don't sleep at all. Too many sheep on the brain to make sense of a late night call. Talking in circles and chasing the tale of a love drunk distant memory. Am I sure that she's the one? 'Cause I feel like a bad joke, Walk the tight rope to hold on to you. Was it real? Or a love scene from a bad dream. I don't think I can forget about it. "You know, there are some days when I really feel like this could work. Like, you and I are finally gonna get it right. Then there are days like today, when you make me want to tear my fucking hair out." 'Cause I feel like a bad joke, (like a bad joke) Walk the tight rope to hold on to you. (Gotta know was it real?) Was it real? Or a love scene from a bad dream. I don't think I can forget about it. (I feel just like a bad joke) Gotta know was it real? (Waking up from a bad dream.) From a bad dream, I don't think I can forget about it. So just forget about it, so just forget...