Oh, the crumbs in my sheets wrote a message to me, said
“Kid, you’re gonna go crazy”
And the bugs on my head, in my hair, they said
“Hey kid, you’re gonna go crazy”
And the food in my teeth said
“Why am I still here? I think this kid’s going crazy”
And the wax in my ears said
“It’s hard to hear but did they just say she’s cray, cray-zee?”
Zee-ee-ee
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
And the sun is exploding, so I eat in bed
And I make a mess ’cause the sun is exploding
And the bugs in my hair crawl up into my head
To hide inside ’cause the sun is exploding
And I strum up a song to distract myself
Wrote something ’bout love, though it wasn’t that good
But the crumbs in my bed try to comfort me
Said, “Kid, we’re all a bit cray, cray-zee”