[Lyric] 19th Nervous Breakdown (Nash the Slash)

You're the kind of person
You meet at certain dismal dull affairs
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud
Running up and down the stairs
It seems to me that you have been
Too much in too few years
And though you try, you just can't hide
Your eyes are edged with tears

You better stop
You better look around
'Cause here it comes, here it comes
Here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown

When you wеre a child, you were trеated kind
But never brought up right
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys
But still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you
Owes a million dollars tax
And your father's still perfecting ways
Of making sealing wax
You better stop
You better look around
'Cause here it comes, here it comes
Here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown

Oh, who's to blame?
That girl drives me insane
There's nothing I do don't seem to work
It only seems to make matters worse on me
Ooh

You were failing school when you met that fool
Who really messed your mind
And after that, you turned your back
On treating people kind
On our first trip, I tried so hard
To rearrange your mind
But after that, I realized
You were disarranging mine

You better stop
You better look around
'Cause here it comes, here it comes
Here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Oh, who's to blame?
That girl drives me insane
There's nothing I do don't seem to work
It only seems to make matters worse on me
Ooh

Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down