I'm not myself, I am my mental health I'm the latest popular craze I'm off the field, a weapon and a shield That's why you haven't seen me in days You're a peach, a Friday at the beach I'm a chopstick dripping in mayonnaise High as a penthouse And low as a valet If I have a breakdown, will you break up with me? If I have a breakdown, will you break up with me? I've got a mental health record and they traced it to my family tree If I have a breakdown, will you break up with me? Ooh, break up with me The city's dead, sourdough bread I think we missed out on its peak The nightclubs, the orgies and the drugs Not seeing the sun for a week No Pulse, I'm a frigid sex doll You barely get a kiss on the cheek High as a penthouse And low as a valet If I have a breakdown, will you break up with me? If I have a breakdown, will you break up with me? I've got a mental health record and they traced it to my family tree If I have a breakdown, will you break up with me? If I ever break down, will you break up with me? If I ever break down, will you break up with me? I've got a mental health record and they traced it to my family tree If I ever break down, will you break up with me? Ooh, break up with me