How messed up do you have to be To not dress up for your own costume party You invited me weeks ago Said come as a dead celebrity Now I'm standing here, the perfect Jackie Kennedy And when we were together I was hoping you'd be JFK But by the time we'd ended things I'd already bought this suit on e-bay And now I'm feeling kinda stupid Watching you cozy up to Janis Joplin And Humphrey Bogart says I look like I could use a drink So here's to lookin' at you kid Just what I'm thinking I'm the saddest girl to ever wear pink tweed Take off the jacket and the label reads: Be gentle with me I'm more delicate than I seem Dry clean only Or I'll fall apart at the seams Show you up and make a scene And you don't want me to make a scene Baby you should get a job soon I heard a shrink comes with the lease to your North London box room And yeah we're struggling artists, I get it But when you stop romanticizing there's nothing poetic In the landlords threatening letters Though I wouldn't put it past you To find poignance in the mundane Its kind of your thing But my god don't you know it Don't even wince when you call yourself a poet And I've never met anyone so arrogant, yet so profoundly insecure Except for every guy I've ever fallen for Be gentle with me I'm more delicate than i seem Dry clean only Or I fall apart at the seams Show you up and make a scene Darling, if the definition of neurotic is Wanting two mutually exclusive things at the same time Then I guess I really was crazy about you I am the first lady of the twenty-four hour sundae place you took me I am the first lady of the fourth to the twenty-first of February I am the first lady of the four days spent waiting for a text back I am the first lady of every stop Overthinking, every I didn't mean it like that I feel like Jackie O I feel like Jackie O I feel like Jackie O