star with twelve points,
my luck makes it thirteen,
does that make it unlucky?
did you know that there's this colour
and you only find it one place on earth?
it's this red, full of life even on a piece of bath tissue
and you can't find any other like it.
it tastes like copper pennies and table salt
only sour, and to think that something inside you
wouldn't taste good.
who'd have guessed?
come on, one more day
I need one more day to get everything together.
no, I won't see the doctor.
my stomach is fine, I'm just feeling a little…
you know, sometimes I want to watch the world burn!
I don't want to be reasoned with,
I don't want anyone telling me it's gonna be okay,
I want to look out the window and see it burn.
what? no, I don't want anyone hurt.
what would give you that idea?
so I'm a little high-strung
but that's not a big deal, that lying awake at night
wondering what's gonna happen the next day
worrying about what I'm going to say in this situation
or that situation or this problem or that problem
but I just want to be prepared, even though
I'd rather be spontaneous, so maybe
I'll ditch that bit and just waste my time doing everything.
a man with a plan gets boring, you know?
oh, and I think I caught the crying disease,
so I got a prescription for laughter, only it didn't help,
it just made my stomach ache, and oh shit,
I said that my stomach didn't hurt so I guess
that makes me a liar only I didn't mean to
so does it have to count? pretty please?
and sometimes I think I'm crazy, am I crazy?
no, not like ain't he cute, like batshit off the wall
poking my eyes out and eating my hair crazy.
no, dear, of course not, yeah I'm mocking you now
so you get how it feels, don't try to use those innocent eyes on me
shit, now I'm being mean, I don't mean to be mean
I want to be nice, only I want to destroy everything and that's not so nice.
I think you gave me the crying disease cause I see you cry a lot
is it because of me? no? yeah, I thought so, you're a terrible liar, honey.
now look, you made me worried, and I taste those nasty copper pennies
maybe I'm high-strung but only a little, let me calm down
I'll be fine in a minute, always am, right?
crazy, I suppose I'm quite bloody mad if you want to be Bri'ish about it
fanatical is a good word seeing as that fantasy world I call home is calling me
no, don't worry, my stomach doesn't hurt anymore I don't need doctors
I don’t need needles and pills and that white fucking coat
crazy? honey, I ain't crazy, I hear about how you pay for my doctors
and that's crazy cause you don't need to be up all night
seeing as you're up all day talking to me.
do you hate me?
no? I think you're telling the truth this time.
anyway, take me outside, will you,
I want to see that twelve-pointed star, cause without me and my luck
it can't make thirteen.