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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