White wine and sleeping pills Help me get back to your arms Cheap sex and sad films Help me get back where I belong
I think you're crazy, maybe I think you're crazy, maybe
Stop sending letters Letters always get burned It's not like the movies They fed us on little white lies
I think you're crazy, maybe I think you're crazy, maybe I will see you in the next life
Beautiful angel Pulled apart at birth Limbless and helpless I can't even recognize you
I think you're crazy, maybe I think you're crazy, maybe I think you're crazy, maybe I think you're crazy, maybe I think you're crazy, maybe I think you're crazy, maybe