It was eight fifteen when I pulled into the seven eleven I bought a twelve ounce coffee and I threw down a three fifty seven I guess I was thinking I would never be found Next thing I knew I was spread-eagle down on the ground
I just fell into a manic depression and I really want to spend it with you
I got pretty paper shoes and I'm weaving you a basket for Christmas Three hots and a cot and a cellmate who keeps calling me, \"Missus\" But I like to think I'm the King of the Couch And I like my shrink 'cause he always brings me smoke in a pouch
I just fell into a manic depression and I really want to spend it with you
We don't have any inhibitions We're not consumed by ambition We've got no mission control
They say, Dr. Freud might call me an anal retentive But my PO says, \"I'm delinquent and I got no incentive\" Rehab is a thing of the past I step into the cab and say \"Hey buddy, step on the gas\"
I just fell into a manic depression and I really want to spend it Just fell into a manic depression and I really want to spend it Just fell into a manic depression and I really want to spend it Oh, round and round Oh, manic depression I fell in
Okay ladies, it's time for your medication
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