Forget About It

You are a handful of roses, thorns in a cheap bouquet.
It's true, I'm a walking disaster.
They told you to stay away.
It seems like I'm making a deal with the devil,
Who's whispering softly to me.
Are you sure that she's the one?

'Cause I feel, like a bad joke.
Walk the tightrope to hold onto 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 tail,
Of a love drunk distant memory.
Am I sure that she's the one?
'Cause I feel, like a bad joke.
Walk the tightrope to hold onto you.
(Gotta know), was it real? Or a love scene, from a bad dream?
I don't think I can forget about it.

Gotta know, was it real?
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 wannao tear my fucking hair out.

'Cause I feel, like a bad joke.
Walk the tightrope to hold onto you
(Gotta know), was it real? Or a love scene from a bad dream?
I don't think I can forget about it
I feel like just like a bad joke!
Whoa-oh!
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.

(All Time Low)