There's 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.(2X)
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.
Lock me up.(9X)
I've been collecting stones that I think I'll throw at you.
I can't forget your face, I'm sorry dear but that's my cue.
I'll be the first to 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 know.
That brings you down.(2X)
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, in the back of my head.
Lock me up, Lock me up, Lock me up, Lock me up, Lock me up, Lock me up, Lock me up, LOCK ME UP!
No one will know.