From the album Good Grief

Nervous Breakdown

by Sara Bareilles

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"Nervous Breakdown"

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 and 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 and 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 the 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 and 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 the 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 better stop and look around

Here it comes, here comes your 19th nervous breakdown

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown

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