Look it's my party I can cry if I want to, and yep I'm going to, cry cuz I had to When you walked in had me stoned like a statue, All last year I couldn't even look at you, That was my bad too and you were full of good, I let the evil prevail as God shook me but it's understood, I needed that like love needs pain, like Drake needed Wayne, Whats understood don't have to be explained, What's overthinking when your drinking takes your thoughts away? A sober me can do too much, now I flu that plane, No co-pilot, just violet herbs that help me love the fame, So I'ma show up to play with a jersey that propels my name, Beginning line and then... I love to cry these happy tears, Yeah I've been waiting to have these for years (Sam Smith re-worded)