Paroxysm
T-t-t-tried to tell you I'm a ticking time bomb
Adept at dodging all attempts to stop or self-diffuse
Sing, sing a sorry song of ignorance of what went wrong
I may reach out for help, but if you answer, I'll re-fuse
Bad news, bad news, bad news
I'm p-p-playing that game we all lose
Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck
B-b-b-baby's 'bout to self destruct
I-I-I get a little clumsy when I'm slipping
Stumble, bumble, take a tumble, dropping everything again
Not so nimble or so agile
Fragile, and I'm always tripping
While I struggle just to juggle
All this nonsense in my head
Bad news, bad news, bad news
I'm p-p-playing that game we all lose
Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck
B-b-b-baby's 'bout to self destruct
Don't leave me in charge of me
You know I'm careless with my things
In fact: I broke a glass
Just last night
Cue fight or flight
Talked myself off of a ledge
By reminding me again
That shattered glass ain't proof of all I tell me that I am
And that bloody feet and self aggression
Will in no way make
This pile of glass a glass
The way it used to be a glass
Again
It's true, it's true, it's true
F-f-for me? This ain't nothing that new
Good luck, good luck, good luck
You'll need it when this all b-b-blows
...Up
Adept at dodging all attempts to stop or self-diffuse
Sing, sing a sorry song of ignorance of what went wrong
I may reach out for help, but if you answer, I'll re-fuse
Bad news, bad news, bad news
I'm p-p-playing that game we all lose
Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck
B-b-b-baby's 'bout to self destruct
I-I-I get a little clumsy when I'm slipping
Stumble, bumble, take a tumble, dropping everything again
Not so nimble or so agile
Fragile, and I'm always tripping
While I struggle just to juggle
All this nonsense in my head
Bad news, bad news, bad news
I'm p-p-playing that game we all lose
Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck
B-b-b-baby's 'bout to self destruct
Don't leave me in charge of me
You know I'm careless with my things
In fact: I broke a glass
Just last night
Cue fight or flight
Talked myself off of a ledge
By reminding me again
That shattered glass ain't proof of all I tell me that I am
And that bloody feet and self aggression
Will in no way make
This pile of glass a glass
The way it used to be a glass
Again
It's true, it's true, it's true
F-f-for me? This ain't nothing that new
Good luck, good luck, good luck
You'll need it when this all b-b-blows
...Up
Credits
Writer(s): Suzannah Bell
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