Does the smile on my face look fake to you?

Like one empty gesture's gonna make me mad

And it took a bottle to get through to you

To find he put a tag on every little thing that we had

But as soon as it started, we this knew this would happen...

How do I put this? Or -

How would you like it? Or -

Where did i get this, my Beautiful Weakness

And this misdirection is my new sound

But this time I'm standing straight again

And I'm still really happy to see you

I wasn't sure if I could find the right words to say...

And as soon as it started, we knew this would happen...

How do I put this? Or -

How would you like it? Or -

Where did i get this, my Beautiful Weakness...