What Makes You Sad
Talk to me
She wants to know what's stuffed inside that's tearing me
Up into the pieces on the floor, you see
I don't have an answer for you now
Stick around, I'll find a reason
Tell me what makes, tell me what makes you sad
Tell me what makes, tell me what makes you sad
You said, "Tell me what makes, tell me what makes you sad"
Oh, tell me what makes, tell me what makes you sad
Everything
Every breath and step and word that's falling out of me
Is like a hammer through the knees of who I wanna be
Somebody who's easy to be around
My adjective is overwhelming
Tell me what makes, tell me what makes you sad
Tell me what makes, tell me what makes you sad
You say, "Tell me what makes, tell me what makes you sad"
Oh, tell me what makes, tell me what makes-
I said, "Well, it's more than you know"
It's more than you know
It's more than you know
It's more than you
If I say too much, you'll realize you made a choice in loving me
You regret, you will run away from the falling house into another person's arms
Straight into stronger arms
I wouldn't break your heart if I was you, I'd fall apart
Next to this bleeding, bruising art on a wall in a room
No one wants to walk in, you leave me hanging and hoping
Whoa, oh, tell me what makes you sad
Tell me what makes, tell me what makes you sad
You said, "Tell me what makes, tell me what makes you sad"
Oh, tell me what makes, tell me what makes-
I said, "Well, it's more than you know"
It's more than you know
Oh, oh, it's more than you know
It's more than you
Tell me what makes you sad
She wants to know what's stuffed inside that's tearing me
Up into the pieces on the floor, you see
I don't have an answer for you now
Stick around, I'll find a reason
Tell me what makes, tell me what makes you sad
Tell me what makes, tell me what makes you sad
You said, "Tell me what makes, tell me what makes you sad"
Oh, tell me what makes, tell me what makes you sad
Everything
Every breath and step and word that's falling out of me
Is like a hammer through the knees of who I wanna be
Somebody who's easy to be around
My adjective is overwhelming
Tell me what makes, tell me what makes you sad
Tell me what makes, tell me what makes you sad
You say, "Tell me what makes, tell me what makes you sad"
Oh, tell me what makes, tell me what makes-
I said, "Well, it's more than you know"
It's more than you know
It's more than you know
It's more than you
If I say too much, you'll realize you made a choice in loving me
You regret, you will run away from the falling house into another person's arms
Straight into stronger arms
I wouldn't break your heart if I was you, I'd fall apart
Next to this bleeding, bruising art on a wall in a room
No one wants to walk in, you leave me hanging and hoping
Whoa, oh, tell me what makes you sad
Tell me what makes, tell me what makes you sad
You said, "Tell me what makes, tell me what makes you sad"
Oh, tell me what makes, tell me what makes-
I said, "Well, it's more than you know"
It's more than you know
Oh, oh, it's more than you know
It's more than you
Tell me what makes you sad
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Writer(s): Samuel Cieri
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