Pretty Insane

Pretty, pretty
Pretty, pretty insane
Yes, you like my mental
It’s a mental state, being alone, they say
Feeling up and down, it will go away
My mother doesn’t believe in everything she sees
Sorry, it’s quite sad, we’re both going mad
And I’ll meet you there
Yes, I’ll meet you there
And I’ll meet you there
Yes, I’ll meet you there
Pretty, pretty, pretty insane
You’re pretty, pretty, pretty insane
You’re pretty, pretty, pretty insane
You’re pretty, pretty, pretty insane
What would you do? (Insane, insane)
What would you do? (Insane, insane)
What would you do? (Insane, insane)
What would you do? (Insane, insane)
Yeah, what can we do? (Insane, insane)
Insane, insane
I just don’t wanna fucking record anymore, is that…
I mean surely that’s my own…
Oh, fuck off, it don’t even matter
It don’t even matter
This is just a black hole, refer to the latter
And I guess I was right, when I said, «Ready to die»
And nothing changes in my eyes
And the voices say, the voices say
«This is such a beautiful day»
But you’re pretty, pretty, pretty insane
Insane, insane, insane, insane
Insane, insane, insane, insane
Take the, umm, take the drums out for a second
Fuck it, take 'em out, it might feel nice, yeah
Woo
Feels nice right?
And I say hey-ey-ey, yeah, hee, yeah
Remember when I said music is an emotion? This is what I meant
Pretty, pretty, pretty insane
Pretty, pretty, pretty insane
Pretty, pretty, pretty insane
You’re pretty, pretty, pretty insane
Insane
Pretty, pretty, pretty insane, yeah
Insane
You’re pretty, pretty, pretty insane, yeah
Insane, insane
Insane, insane
Insane