Chris Holly - MOOD RING Lyrics

Magnificent desolation, cut the trauma from your head
Color yourself dark and gray, it always rains on your parade
Don't look up, don't look down, don't look back, nothing to be found
One last breath, you're going under, it's treading on your fear

Ex's call me the loser, or the lucky one, which is it now
Was it me, times you, what the f*ck's wrong with us
Therapist send me the bill, sending the clowns too
My heart open, watch it spill on the ground

Some days I hate you, and Sundays I miss you
Mondays never try, and on a Wednesday you said goodbye
We all know that's just love, when it's in a bad mood
Did you change your mood, change your eyes too

Find your why, wear your wig, wear yourself out inside
Why, oh why
Thrift store cheap ass ring, what does it know anyway
What does it mean, time to sing

What does it mean, time to sing
Time to sing