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
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