[bad word] stopped working when I was born
But all the fairy dust I breathe
Is doing nothing to relieve
The strife of broken Autumn leaves in the sand

I'm still high on the music
As my inner child cries
For she may lose it

And the incense in my eyes
Can't save the sin between your thighs
Because you stabbed me with your lies
You're not the only one that's broken
 [bad word]  [bad word] your [bad word] I introduced you anyway
You're a slave
Spun undone, I met you in an alleyway
And I'm never okay

Cos I'm pretending like I'm keeping it together
I'm pretending like I'm keeping it together

My bones are scratched and so forlorn
And all the Prozac that I take
Is only lulling me to make up
This forced smile that is fake for all the doctors

But I'll get by
For the music
Stand as an object
So they can use it

So go snort your loved white powder
I'll just play my music louder
And get my [bad word] from the counter at the pharmacy
 [bad word]  [bad word] your [bad word] I introduced you anyway
You're a slave
Spun undone, I met you in an alleyway
And I'm never okay

Cos I'm pretending like I'm keeping it together
Oh, I'm pretending like I'm keeping it together
Oh, I'm pretending like I'm keeping it together
Oh, I'm pretending like I'm keeping it together
And they'll never know