[Intro] Shopping.
She said “quick trip.”
That was four hours ago.
This. was. a. Fucking. Mistake. Shit.
[Verse 1] Red, pink, green, blue, violet, yellow Yellow-green, blue-green, is that even a real color This fucking dress comes in fourteen shades of the same fucking thing My feet are dead, my soul’s somewhere in the parking lot My friends warned me, they said “don’t go, fucking run” I said “how bad could it be,” what a fucking idiot Three racks in and I’ve lost feeling in my legs But hey, I’m in love, right? Right?
This. was. a. Fucking. Mistake.
[Pre-Chorus] It could’ve been love That’s what I keep telling myself It could’ve been love Or it could be something else
[Chorus] It could have been fucking love Or it could’ve been a fucking stress test To see if I’d survive Fourteen shades of yellow and still not walk out It could’ve been a fucking red flag Waving in flashing red lights But when I look around this stupid store I’m not the only one losing this god damn fight
[Verse 2] Another dude nods at me, understanding, silent Another dude looks like he’s near actual death Another dude just walked straight out the door Didn’t say goodbye, didn’t say a word, just left Another dude’s clutching his chest by the mirrors I think that man is having a fucking heart attack Security’s just watching, this happens every weekend Nobody’s coming to help, we’re all stuck in this shit together
This. was. a. Fucking. Mistake.
[Pre-Chorus] It could’ve been love That’s what I keep telling myself It could’ve been love Or it could be something else
[Chorus] It could have been fucking love Or it could’ve been a fucking stress test To see if I’d survive Fourteen shades of yellow and still not walk out It could’ve been a fucking red flag Waving in flashing red lights But when I look around this stupid store I’m not the only one losing this god damn fight
[Bridge — spoken, deadpan solidarity] The dude near the fitting room caught my eye.
He didn’t say anything.
He just held up three fingers.
Three hours.
I held up five.
He nodded like a war veteran.
We were fucking heroes.
We didn’t need words.
We understood each other completely.
Silently thinking.
This. was. a. Fucking. Mistake.
[Guitar Solo]
[Final Chorus — key lift] It could have been love Or it could’ve been a fucking test To see who’s really actually built for this shit Fourteen shades of yellow, still standing, still here It could’ve been a red flag - fuck Waving right in front of my face But love makes you carry the bags anyway Love makes you stand in that fucking line It could have been love
Maybe.
We’ll see.
[Outro] … She held up the dress. “What do you think?” … “It’s perfect. It could have been the first one.” … “We’re getting that one too.” … Fuck.
This. was. a. Fucking. Mistake.