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

I will see you in the next life