Lyrics: Jacob Skinkle/Yana Sabanova/Birk Preisler Bønløkke
Music: Jacob Skinkle/Yana Sabanova/Birk Preisler Bønløkke
No new friends
I need a doctor
Put me on these meds
Then watch me
Spiral
I'm in denial
Need you to
Beat it in my head
I'm kind of
Crazy and depressed
But it's a cycle
And I need to fight it
I think it's coming back
I'm going off the tracks
My heart is running fast
I need to fill the cracks
So I can pack my bags
And get out of the trance
I'm such a basket case
I need to be contained
Yeah I was born this way
Just like a hand grenade
Destroying everything
I'm like a blood red stain
I gotta fix my ways
Cause I'm such a basket case
I'm such a
Liar
Don't deny it
Faded,cause I like it
My sanity has gone to hell,nothing helps oh
I always take it too far
Phone dead,100 missed calls
Stuck in my ways,lost in the haze
I think it's coming back
I'm going off the tracks
My heart is running fast
I need to fill the cracks
So I can pack my bags
And get out of this trance
I'm such a basket case
I need to be contained
Yeah I was born this way
Just like a hand grenade
Destroying everything
I'm like a blood red stain
I gotta fix my ways
Cause I'm such a basket case
I'm such a basket case
I need to be contained
Yeah I was born this way
Destroying everything
I'm such a basket case
I need to be contained
Yeah I was born this way
Just like a hand grenade
Destroying everything
I'm like a blood red stain
I gotta fix my ways
Cause I'm such a basket case
I'm such a