Taking vitamin pills with a bar of chocolate   Even out the mess   You can probably guess when she looks at you askance   The tear in her dress   She’s losing it   She thought her name was Jesus   Chopping wood with her pinky   Looking up & feeling down   Caring too much to care   Her face all red   You would never guess her insides are dead   She’s losing it   She’s losing her grip   Stroking her flesh making sure she’s there   Don’t want to draw attention   Cos unwanted apprehension is just not fair   Her folks want their baby back   She’s losing it   She’s losing it   She’s losing it   She’s losing her grip   She thought her name was Jesus