St. Dymphna, can you hear me?
Do you think you could call me back?
Cuz I think I'm gonna break down,
Out of my mind!

You've been through so much more,
And you never really backed down,

No, no, no,

And when I break down,
All I know is

I'd rather die than go out of my mind!
I left you a message when will you call me back?

Ave Maria, girl, I see ya!
Are you just a melody I sing to myself when I need to come down?

Are we all outcasts from the garden?
Or, are we saints, broken and martyred

Everytime we come down? I don't know.
Everytime we come down,
All I know is

I'd rather die than go out of my mind!
I'd rather die than go out of my mind!

I left you a message. I hope that you hear me.
When will you call me back?