I´m not myself, I am my mental health I´m the latest popular craze I´m off the field, a weapon and a shield That´s why you haven´t seen me in days You´re a peach, a Friday at the beach
I´m a chopstick dripping in mayonnaise
High as a penthouse And low as a valet
If I have a breakdown, will you break up with me? If I have a breakdown, will you break up with me? I´ve got a mental health record and they traced it to my family tree If I have a breakdown, will you break up with me? Ooh, break up with me
The city´s dead, sourdough bread I think we missed out on its peak The nightclubs, the orgies and the drugs Not seeing the sun for a week No Pulse, I´m a frigid sex doll You barely get a kiss on the cheek
High as a penthouse And low as a valet
If I have a breakdown, will you break up with me? If I have a breakdown, will you break up with me? I´ve got a mental health record and they traced it to my family tree If I have a breakdown, will you break up with me? If I ever break down, will you break up with me? If I ever break down, will you break up with me? I´ve got a mental health record and they traced it to my family tree If I ever break down, will you break up with me? Ooh, break up with me