You please, you please
Count all the raindrops
One by one and watch them marrying on the floor
Got the number? Got the number?
That's the size of my
Got the number? Got the number?
That's the size of my, anger!

Why apply for a lover, if I can apply for mental health?
Why hide my chaos, if I can go to hell glamourously?

Goodness knows how long I've been searching the way out of the castle
Goodness knows how many doors I've bumped my head against
Pick a hand, go on, pick a hand
Oh, you've chosen the cutest gift!
But watch out when you taste it
You'll like it if you're on broken glass candy

Why apply for a lover, if I can apply for mental health?
Why hide my chaos, if I can go to hell glamourously?

God doesn't exist anyway