Get me out of bed My head is pounding This doesn't feel real What happened last night? I can tell by your face That I missed behaved Can tell by the lines That I crossed them Tell me, how does feel to watch a flower wilt at its own will? How 'bout watching the pilot hit 'self-destruct'? Is it glorious? I'd rather, rather forget Wipe my mind clean of all this madness (Please(?)) I'd rather, rather forget Wipe my mind clean of all this madness I'd rather for-for-forget Into that dress I've got the sequins down They sparkle like this I'm getting comfort To push me into the lift You get me down the stairs Out the door again Your perfect puppet