Breakdown

I'm not myself, I am my mental health
I'm the latest popular craze

I'm off the field, a weapon and a shield
That's why you haven't seen me in days

You're a peach, a Friday at the beach
I'm a chopstick dripping in mayonnaise

High as a penthouse
And low as a valet

Yeah if I ever break down, will you break up with me?
Yeah if I ever break down, will you break up with me?
I got a mental health record and they trace it to my family tree
Yeah if I ever break down, will you break up with me, ooh break up with me

City's dead, sourdough bread
I think we missed out on it's peak

The nightclubs, the orgies and the drugs
Not seeing the sun for a week

No buss(?), I'm a frigid sex doll
You barely get a kiss on the cheek
High as a penthouse
And low as a valet

Yeah if I ever break down, will you break up with me?
Yeah if I ever break down, will you break up with me?
I got a mental health record and they trace it to my family tree
Yeah if I ever break down, will you break up with me

Yeah if I ever break down, will you break up with me?
Yeah if I ever break down, will you break up with me?
I got a mental health record and they trace it to my family tree
Yeah if I ever break down, will you break up with me, ooh break up with me