madhouse
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
I'm gonna star in my own psychological thriller, so go grab a seat now
There will be blood and gore, a box office killer, a sellout
Make me a spectacle, I'll have a beautiful, chemical meltdown
Losing the screws in my brain, could be any day now
They gon' put me in a madhouse (ah, ah)
Shove pills down my throat 'til I space out (ah, ah)
They wanna love me, hate me, try to shame me
It makes me crazy, can you bla-bla-blame me? (La-la-la-la-la-la)
They gon' put me in a madhouse, but is it you or is it me? (Yeah)
No more brain, serotonin, kerosene, diagnosed with seeing things
Maybe 'cause I know my brain (brain, brain)
Go ahead, take a peek, baby, let you under the hood
I'll scare the life out of you like nothing else ever could
I scare myself sometimes, I almost took my life
Now look who's got the knife
They gon' put me in a madhouse (ah, ah)
Shove pills down my throat 'til I space out (ah, ah)
They wanna love me, and then try to shame me
It makes me crazy, can you bla-bla-blame me? (La-la-la-la-la-la)
They gon' put me in a madhouse, but is it you or is it me?
Ah, ah (but is it you or is it me?)
Ah, ah
They gon' put me in a madhouse (ah, ah)
Shove pills down my throat 'til I space out (ah, ah)
They wanna love me, and then try to shame me
It makes me crazy, can you bla-bla-blame me? (La-la-la-la-la-la)
They gon' put me in a madhouse, but is it you or is it me?
Ah, ah
I'm gonna star in my own psychological thriller, so go grab a seat now
There will be blood and gore, a box office killer, a sellout
Make me a spectacle, I'll have a beautiful, chemical meltdown
Losing the screws in my brain, could be any day now
They gon' put me in a madhouse (ah, ah)
Shove pills down my throat 'til I space out (ah, ah)
They wanna love me, hate me, try to shame me
It makes me crazy, can you bla-bla-blame me? (La-la-la-la-la-la)
They gon' put me in a madhouse, but is it you or is it me? (Yeah)
No more brain, serotonin, kerosene, diagnosed with seeing things
Maybe 'cause I know my brain (brain, brain)
Go ahead, take a peek, baby, let you under the hood
I'll scare the life out of you like nothing else ever could
I scare myself sometimes, I almost took my life
Now look who's got the knife
They gon' put me in a madhouse (ah, ah)
Shove pills down my throat 'til I space out (ah, ah)
They wanna love me, and then try to shame me
It makes me crazy, can you bla-bla-blame me? (La-la-la-la-la-la)
They gon' put me in a madhouse, but is it you or is it me?
Ah, ah (but is it you or is it me?)
Ah, ah
They gon' put me in a madhouse (ah, ah)
Shove pills down my throat 'til I space out (ah, ah)
They wanna love me, and then try to shame me
It makes me crazy, can you bla-bla-blame me? (La-la-la-la-la-la)
They gon' put me in a madhouse, but is it you or is it me?
Credits
Writer(s): Megan Buelow, Evan Blair, Elizabeth Boland, Nessa Barrett
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