19th Nervous Breakdown - Sarah Menescal

You’re the kind of person

You meet at certain dismal dull affairs

Center of a crowd, talking much too loud

Running up and down the stairs

Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years

And though you’ve tried you just can’t hide

Your eyes are edged with tears

You better stop

Look around

Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown

When you were a child

You were treated kind

But you were never brought up right

You were always spoiled with a thousand toys

But still you cried all night

Your mother who neglected you

Owes a million dollars tax

And your father’s still perfecting ways of making sealing wax

You better stop

Ya got to, ya gotta look around

Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown

Oh, who’s to blame, that girl’s just insane

Well nothing I do don’t seem to work

It only seems to make matters worse

Oh please

You were still in school

When you had that fool

Who really messed your mind

And after that you turned your back

On treating people kind

On our first trip

I tried so hard to rearrange your mind

But after a while I realized you were disarranging mine

You better stop, ya gotta

Ya gotta look around

Here it comes, here it comes

Yes, got to

Yes, ya got to

Oh, who’s to blame, that girl’s just insane

Well nothing I do don’t seem to work

It only seems to make matters worse

Oh please

When you were a child

You were treated kind

But you were never brought up right

You were always spoiled with a thousand toys

But still you cried all night

Your mother who neglected you

Owes a million dollars tax

And your father’s still perfecting ways of making sealing wax

You gotta stop

Ya gotta, ya gotta look around

Ooh, gotta, gotta

Here comes

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown