St. Dymphna

St. Dymphna, can you hear me?
Do you think you could call me back?
'Cause I think I’m gonna break down
Out of my mind
You’ve been through so much more
And you never really backed down
No, no, no
And when I break down
All I know is

I’d rather die than go out of my mind
I left you a message, when will you call me back?

Ave Maria, girl, I see ya
Are you just a melody I sing to myself when I need to come down?
Are we all outcasts from the garden?
Or, are we saints, broken and martyred
Every time we come down? I don’t know
Every time we come down
All I know is

I’d rather die than go out of my mind
I’d rather die than go out of my mind
I left you a message, I hope that you hear me
When will you call me back?