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...