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I cut my nose to save some face

You cut your hair and take some space

We don't speak 'cause it's too tricky

But if I'm tricky, why'd you kiss me?

On the forehead way up north

Pressed the scar and found the source

If you don't love me, why you'd act it

Love's a verb and not a bandage

And I'm spiritual cleansing (but the truth)

Is I'm good at pretending (oh and you)

Broke me big time

It's funny and I'm laughing baby

You think I'm alright

But I'm actually bloody motherfucking batshit crazy

(One, two, three)

I kept it in, but it wrecked my organs

So pour the gin and call Graham Norton

I'm gonna throw you down the river

Your mum can watch it over dinner

Golden boy, you dropped the ball

I am Annie Fucking Hall

If you don't love me, what was April?

You played a game but I run the table

Mr, I don't want a label

You made me little miss unstable and it

Broke me big time

It's funny and I'm laughing baby

You think I'm alright

But I'm actually bloody motherfucking batshit crazy

Broke me big time

It's funny and I'm laughing baby

Oh, you think I'm alright

But I'm actually bloody motherfucking batshit crazy

I am unhinged

I am scaling all these walls I've gone within (within)

I am both Kathy Bates and Stephen King

I can write you out the way I wrote you in

'Cause here's the thing

You broke me big time

It's funny and I'm laughing baby

That you think I'm alright

But I'm actually bloody motherfucking batshit crazy

Broke me big time

It's funny and I'm laughing baby

Oh, you think I'm alright

But I'm actually bloody motherfucking batshit crazy