You please, you please Count all the rain drops one by one And watch them marrying on the floor Got the number? Got the number? That’s the size of my... Got the number? Got the number? That’s the size of my anger Why apply for lover if I can apply for mental health? Why hide my chaos if I can go to hell glamorously? Godness* know how long I’ve been searching for the way out of the castle Godness know how many doors I’ve bumped my head against Go on pick a hand Go on pick a hand But what out when you tasted it You’ll like and then you’re in a broken glass candy Why apply for lover if I can apply for mental health? Why hide my chaos if I can go to hell glamorously?