| Why am I forgetting I was only feeling heaven |
| Two out of the seven days a week? |
| Why do I remember only summer not December |
| When your hands were cold your lips were hot on me? |
| I got good at alibis, fantasize, romanticize about the better times |
| Maybe I should hopeless |
| Then maybe I could care less |
| Maybe I could call you just an excuse for all the stupid shit I do |
| Maybe I should feel less |
| Then I could drop a couple tears less |
| Take a few degrees off of this hot mess |
| Stop leaving this last time dress on your floor |
| And be a little more hopeless |
| Tell me how you know to turn a fast rolling locomotive to a slow motion |
| trainwreck |
| My head told my heart just to look away running and my veins ain’t tell my |
| brain yet |
| I got good at telling lies, sympathize, apologize every single time |
| Maybe I should hopeless |
| Then maybe I could care less |
| Maybe I could call you just an excuse for all the stupid shit I do |
| Maybe I should feel less |
| Then I could drop a couple tears less |
| Take a few degrees off of this hot mess |
| Stop leaving this last time dress on your floor |
| And be a little more hopeless |
| Why am I forgetting I was only feeling heaven |
| Two out of the seven days a week? |
| Maybe I should hopeless |
| Then maybe I could care less |
| Maybe I could call you just an excuse for all the stupid shit I do |
| Maybe I should feel less |
| Then I could drop a couple tears less |
| Take a few degrees off of this hot mess |
| Stop leaving this last time dress on your floor |
| And be a little more hopeless |
| Hopeless, be a little more hopeless |