“And I haven't been taking my meds

So lock all the cabinets, and send me to bed

Cause I know you're still worried I'm gonna get scared again

And make my insides clean with your kitchen bleach

But I've kissed enough bathroom sinks to make up for the lovers that never loved me

And I know my body is just dirty clothes;

I'm tired of washing my hands

God, I wanna go home”