Live, Laugh, Love
So, tell me how do I live, laugh, love?
When everything that I do isn't enough for me
And I'm so sick and tired of being my arch enemy
How do I live, laugh, love?
I got front-row seats on a roller coaster that's stuck up in the air
Running blindfolded with scissors like I don't even care
Why is it so hard to breathe when nothing's wrong, I swear?
Hold my hand up, it's still shaking
So, tell me how do I live, laugh, love?
When everything that I do isn't enough for me
And I'm so sick and tired of being my arch enemy
How do I live, laugh, love? Huh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I feel like a boiling pot of ginger ale
That's spilling on the stove
I block myself off from my triggers
But somehow I'm still ready to explode
Dear miss amygdala
Why you gotta be so rude?
Why you gotta be so cruel?
Let me see your hands if they're still shaking
So, tell me how do I live, laugh, love?
When everything that I do isn't enough for me
And I'm so sick and tired of being my arch enemy
How do I live, laugh, love?
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(So, tell me, how do I?)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(So, tell me, how do I?)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(So, tell me, how do I?)
I've got this fuse in my head
These matches made from my feelings
The gasoline on my bed
And monsters dance on the ceiling
I'm getting down on my knees
'Cause there's no one else to turn to
If you hear me tonight
Tell me how do I live, laugh, love?
Tell me how do I live, laugh, love?
When everything that I do isn't enough for me
And I'm so sick and tired of being my arch enemy
How do I live, laugh, love?
I got front-row seats on a roller coaster that's stuck up in the air
Running blindfolded with scissors like I don't even care
Why is it so hard to breathe when nothing's wrong, I swear?
Hold my hand up, it's still shaking
So, tell me how do I live, laugh, love?
When everything that I do isn't enough for me
And I'm so sick and tired of being my arch enemy
How do I live, laugh, love? Huh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I feel like a boiling pot of ginger ale
That's spilling on the stove
I block myself off from my triggers
But somehow I'm still ready to explode
Dear miss amygdala
Why you gotta be so rude?
Why you gotta be so cruel?
Let me see your hands if they're still shaking
So, tell me how do I live, laugh, love?
When everything that I do isn't enough for me
And I'm so sick and tired of being my arch enemy
How do I live, laugh, love?
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(So, tell me, how do I?)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(So, tell me, how do I?)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(So, tell me, how do I?)
I've got this fuse in my head
These matches made from my feelings
The gasoline on my bed
And monsters dance on the ceiling
I'm getting down on my knees
'Cause there's no one else to turn to
If you hear me tonight
Tell me how do I live, laugh, love?
Tell me how do I live, laugh, love?
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