There is something wrong with me
Thats why I wrote this note
Ive joined the writers who believe they have the antidote
So I will go quickly now and leave breadcrumbs on the street
Ill feel much better after I take my maternal leave
Let out a sign, pretend to die
Youre going to need an alibi
A broken arm, the same smell
So just relax, no one will tell
That brings you down
You have got to keep brining me down
It stings me all over again
Its the same dream in the back of my head
Ive been collecting stones that I think Ill throw at you
I cant forget your face
Im sorry dear but thats my cue
Ill be the first to leave
And return with a ring
Just keep your ears open and one day you might hear me sing
Let out a sign, pretend to die
Youre going to need an alibi
A broken arm, the same smell
So just relax, no one will tell
That brings you down
You have got to keep bringing me down
It stings me all over again, its the same dream in the back of my head
Lock me up, lock me up, lock me up, lock me up, LOCK ME UP!
No one will know