Spare the theatrics
Spare me your tears
I never really found exaggeration endearing
You should've realized
No money, no lies,
No profile photo of us smiling
Hides that deep inside, I'm dying
Sitting by the window,
Scrolling through your phone
You'd been hoping that I'd call
That I would just come over
I like that you're in pain
Maybe now, you'll understand
If you fuck with me, you'd better have the upper hand
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Better watch where you go
He's a crazy motherfucker
And I think that he knows
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Spare the theatrics
Spare the applause
I've never really felt much sympathy for a martyr
Twist the tale every time
The ego, the pride,
The hero that you see inside
Is leaking love into the night
Shadows slipping slowly
Sneaking through the dark
Coming home to me
To whisper strength to the heartless
I like that you're in pain
Maybe now, you'll understand
If you fuck with me, well, I still have the upper hand
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Better watch where you go
He's a crazy motherfucker
And I think that he knows
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho
And everyone keeps talking
About caring
And liking
And wanting
And needing
And loving
And I'm not even sure what it means
To care
To want
To love
To need
For what?
To be happy?
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Better watch where you go (where ya go)
He's a crazy motherfucker (he knows)
And I think that he knows (I know)
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, (he knows) heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho
