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 brining 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 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   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, lock me up, lock me up, lock me up, LOCK ME UP!   No one will know