There is something wrong with me
That's why I wrote this note
I've joined the writers who believe they have the antidote
So I will go quickly now and leave breadcrumbs on the street
I'll feel much better after i take my maternal leave

Let out a sign, pretend to die
You're 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;
it's the same dream in the back of my head

I've been collecting stones that I will throw at you
I can't forget your face, I'm sorry dear but that's my cue
I'll be the first so 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
You're 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;
it's the same dream in the back of my head

Locke me up, Lock me up, Lock me up, Lock me up, LOCK ME UP!
No one will know