So Sad, Never Mad - HIGHS

Oh, what a tangle

Sleeping in the backseat

Of your mother’s car

Oh, I feel at ease

Then the glare, fleeting headlights

There’s a space between the tree

Come on, now, catch me up

I’m feeling rough and I can never guess just what it means

Don’t wanna tangle

Between a man and his intentions

But I feel all right

Beside myself again

'Cause I’m a cathedral

But you treat me like a lady

And you left your faith in that car park

And gained a little tenderness

But you

You’d best use blunt force or accolades

To get through

To this heart and mind

You’d best use blunt force or accolades

To get through

To this heart and mind

Still in a tangle

Sneaks nearer to the floorboards

My love, my love

Dazzling moodily

'Cause I’m a flamingo

Like Featherstone and Nancy

Cut a wide swath of the same cloth and wonder who’ll wake first today

But you (it's best that you use)

You’d best use blunt force or accolades

(Best that you use accolades)

To get through (get through to you)

To this heart and mind

You’d best use blunt force or accolades

(Best that you use accolades)

To get through (get through to you, heart and mind)

To this heart and mind