Bojack Horseman

Well is there anyone to talk to
Yeah this is the eighth night you've been in my dream
Do you think I should call you
We could try to make plans
We could go see a band
But I know that'll fall through
We couldn't drive up to Charlottesville
Wouldn't know what to say if I saw you
I'd probably lie and say everything's fine
But that's just a lie cuz I'm

Sick to my stomach
But on the outside I'm laughing out loud
I'll paint on a smile I'm in denial that I am

I know that I'll probably never write your favorite song
Mainly because I'm in the wrong
Ninety percent of the time
It's all I'm ever good for
And sometimes I feel like I'm Bojack Horseman
Cuz I hate myself more than you could
Ever aim to love me
But It's not your fault all the blame is mine
Every fucking time and that's why

I'm sick to my stomach but on the outside I'm laughing out loud
I paint on a smile I'm in denial that I'm the sad clown
And I know that it's easy for you to say turn your frown upside down
But I can't really help with the cards I was dealt I'm the fucking sad clown

I'm sick to my stomach but on the outside I'm laughing out loud
I paint on a smile, I'm in denial that I am

I'm sick to my stomach but on the outside I'm laughing out loud
I paint on a smile I'm in denial that I'm the sad clown
And I know that it's easy for you to say turn your frown upside down
But I can't really help with the cards I was dealt I'm a fucking class clown

Alright could I hear the whole thing back really quick



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Writer(s): Trent Holt
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