Romantic Sadness

Lipstick marks around a red wine glass
Put a rose tint over the intolerable
Smoking cigarettes, sitting on a windowsill
Looking at the sunset, makes it easier to deal

With losing you
I've been blue for so long
The colour wash is gone

Run out of ways to romanticise sadness
Now movies and poems, don't cut it
When it's hard, I don't know how
To stop me crying over our love
I try to turn it all into a story
Forget that it's happening to me
But when it's hard, I don't know how
To stop me crying over our love

Hearing your name
Isn't pretty like Jane Austen novel
It just feels kinda wrong
When I see you dancing with her
In the corner of the bar
It's not dramatic or ecstatic like a Robyn song

I'm losing you
I've been blue for so long
The colour wash is gone

Run out of ways to romanticise sadness
Now movies and poems, don't cut it
When it's hard, I don't know how
To stop me crying over our love
I try to turn it all into a story
Forget that it's happening to me
But when it's hard, I don't know how
To stop me crying over our love

No way to make it sexy
And no way to make it sweet
No way that I could spin this
So it'd feel like this was meant to be

Run out of ways to romanticise sadness
Now movies and poems, don't cut it (cut it)
When it's hard, I don't know how (how)
To stop me crying over our love (our love)
I try to turn it all into a story
Forget that it's happening to me (to me)
But when it's hard, I don't know how (how)
To stop me crying over our love (our love)

Our love, our love, our love (love)
Our love, our love, our love (love)
(Our love, our love, our love)
To stop me crying over our love