Music: Severin Häne/Eileen Siegenthaler
Laughin' at jokes I don't get
Overanalyzing things that I know I said
Laughin' at the wrong time, my bad
Overthinking undertones too much in my head
Watch me slide down my downwards spiral
I light the candle, but start a fire
I tend to ruin all things vital
I'm not a baby, but I'm such a damn crier
Oh, my, it's sort of like
There's somethin' in my brain dragging me down out of spite
I try to play it nice
But then little miss self-destruction comes out to bite
Oh, God, she's on top
She's the bitch inside my head that ruins everythin' I've got
Oh, God, make it stop
She's the crucifying, pessimistic, everythin' I'm not
Critical, but typical
To take every minor incident too personal
I'm digging deep, question everything
Turn the world right upside down 'til I ruin a good thing
And I run until I trip, start something then I quit
I fall in love and then we split, let a good thing slip
Top of the world then I lose grip, cooking meals I later skip
Take a fall and take a hit, stumble right into the pit
Oh, God, she won't shut up
'Cause every time I'm doing well
This bitch is changing the plot
Oh, my, it's sort of like
There's somethin' in my brain dragging me down out of spite
I try to play it nice
But then little miss self-destruction comes out to bite
Oh, God, she's on top
She's the bitch inside my head that ruins everythin' I've got
Oh, God, make it stop
She's the crucifying, pessimistic, everythin' I'm not
Foglines in my brain
It's a pity, it's a shame
I overthink everything
The big picture's an empty frame
Read the news, I'm so melodramatic
The screws are loose, someone call the mechanic
I'm a shirt stain, bone strain
Sucker for the big things
Champagne down the drain
Way too much, I'm ****in' lame
Read the news, I'm so melodramatic
The screws are loose, someone call the mechanic
Oh, my, it's sort of like
There's somethin' in my brain dragging me down out of spite
I try to play it nice
But then little miss self-destruction comes out to bite
Oh, God, she's on top
She's the bitch inside my head that ruins everythin' I've got
Oh, God, make it stop
She's the crucifying, pessimistic, everythin' I'm not
(Everythin' I'm not)
But she's everythin' I've got
(She's everythin' I'm not)
But she's everythin' I've got