You please, you please
Count all the rain drops one by one
And watch them marrying on the floor
Got the number? Got the number?
That’s the size of my...
Got the number? Got the number?
That’s the size of my anger
Why apply for lover if I can apply for mental health?
Why hide my chaos if I can go to hell glamorously?
Godness* know how long I’ve been searching for the way out of the castle
Godness know how many doors I’ve bumped my head against
Go on pick a hand
Go on pick a hand
But what out when you tasted it
You’ll like and then you’re in a broken glass candy
Why apply for lover if I can apply for mental health?
Why hide my chaos if I can go to hell glamorously?