(… - it's none of my god damn business what's in the cup, but it's a beautiful thing, man.
But … it's not a beautiful thing, cause nobody knows what's in the cup
That's the whole thing - unless you come up and drink what's in my cup, then how can you say it's a beautiful thing?
Also,
When people drink alcohol, they react
So whatever the hell was in my cup, the only reaction I did was get more popular,
more successful,
did a lot more things than I've ever done,
picked up a guitar, learned how to play it,
learned how to turn put on the auto-tune and stretch my voice,
I probably should pick that cup back up)
I swore not to care, but on that night I couldn't help it
I took out all of my shame on a random guy who probably liked me
And that night it was the obvious first time you were disappointed
I spewed out that irresponsible mantra,
"I’m sorry I’m like this"
(What the hell was in his cup?
Whatever he was drinking must be a motherfucking success potion,
That's why I tell people, "fuck you",
and whatever was in my cup, suck my dick,
I'm gonna keep drinking it, bitch)
Aah~,
Something's in the air like vanilla
I got on my facebook
And that time
I had the courage to call her and tell her that I loved her
I guess that screaming at my audience works and everyone likes it
I dreamed of cutting my achilles heel:
Wanting people to like me
(…understand that - don't judge me,
trying to say, "He should have put the cup down" - Why?
What did he do wrong?
Name it
He was on 60 minutes with Katie Couric, was you? No!
I make people understand that - don't judge me)
I can't go to sleep
cause my mind keeps ringing with times that I laid out everything wrong with me up on stage
It's embarrassing
"Fuck you, you don't deserve me", the bus went totally silent
"Help me" is what I meant to say
as I gnashed my teeth right in front of you
(Yeah, I’ve kinda put the cup down for a minute, but um…
Ain't nothing in the cup right now but some wine
I drink dolce
That's the only thing in the cup right now
But, honestly…)
I asked you
"If I never changed would you love me?", expecting the negative
Clever, turning the question around to me it was obvious
I hate this version of me that was safe and sanitized thoroughly
You think you'll let people down and define some perfect apology
The answer was obvious (x4)
(What's in the cup - is it really none of my goddamn business?)