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 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 ever break down, will you break up with me? Ooh, break up with me