I think much like another song “Anti-Matter” (that's also on the same album as this song), this one is also is inspired by a horrifying van crash the band experienced on Nov 3, 2022. This, much like the other track, sounds like it's an extension what they shared while huddled in the wreckage, as they helped frontman Garrett Russell stem the bleeding from his head wound while he was under the temporary effects of a concussion. The track speaks of where the mind goes at the most desperate & desolate of times, when it just about slips away to all but disconnect itself, and the aftermath.
Crazy Chick
by Charlotte Church
I think I'm gonna need some therapy
Oh babe, I hope you got a PHD
Won't you lay me on your leather couch
I got a lot I need to talk about
I think i'm crazy, think I 'm stupid
Must of lost my mind
Wonder what I'm thinking lovin' you
cause boy if you were mine
I'd really go insane,
you be my favourite thing
I'd go ballastic
Yea you're making me a crazy chick
You're driving me to insanity
all the things you do
You make me come unglued
I just can't help myself
I need proffesional Help
Help
I need proffesional Help
You've really done it this time
You know you twisted my mind
You got me acting like a whacked out chick
So I won't be responsible cause I'm really not logical
No I won't be to blame
You know i'm really not sane
I think i'm crazy, think I 'm stupid
Must of lost my mind
Wonder what I'm thinking lovin' you
cause boy if you were mine
I'd really go insane,
you be my favourite thing
I'd go ballastic
Yea you're making me a crazy chick
You're driving me to insanity
all the things you do
You make me come unglued
I just can't help myself
I need proffesional Help
Help
Can't get you out of my head
So let me just confess
For your kisses baby
For your love
You drive me crazy I can't get enough
I think i'm crazy, think I 'm stupid
Must of lost my mind
Wonder what I'm thinking lovin' you
cause boy if you were mine
I'd really go insane,
you be my favourite thing
I'd go ballastic
Yea you're making me a crazy chick
You're driving me to insanity
all the things you do
You make me come unglued
I just can't help myself
I need proffesional Help
Help
You're driving me to insanity
all the things you do
You make me come unglued
I just can't help myself
I need proffesional Help
Help
I need proffesional Help
You're driving me to insanity
all the things you do
You make me come unglued
I just can't help myself
I need proffesional Help
I need Help
by Charlotte Church
I think I'm gonna need some therapy
Oh babe, I hope you got a PHD
Won't you lay me on your leather couch
I got a lot I need to talk about
I think i'm crazy, think I 'm stupid
Must of lost my mind
Wonder what I'm thinking lovin' you
cause boy if you were mine
I'd really go insane,
you be my favourite thing
I'd go ballastic
Yea you're making me a crazy chick
You're driving me to insanity
all the things you do
You make me come unglued
I just can't help myself
I need proffesional Help
Help
I need proffesional Help
You've really done it this time
You know you twisted my mind
You got me acting like a whacked out chick
So I won't be responsible cause I'm really not logical
No I won't be to blame
You know i'm really not sane
I think i'm crazy, think I 'm stupid
Must of lost my mind
Wonder what I'm thinking lovin' you
cause boy if you were mine
I'd really go insane,
you be my favourite thing
I'd go ballastic
Yea you're making me a crazy chick
You're driving me to insanity
all the things you do
You make me come unglued
I just can't help myself
I need proffesional Help
Help
Can't get you out of my head
So let me just confess
For your kisses baby
For your love
You drive me crazy I can't get enough
I think i'm crazy, think I 'm stupid
Must of lost my mind
Wonder what I'm thinking lovin' you
cause boy if you were mine
I'd really go insane,
you be my favourite thing
I'd go ballastic
Yea you're making me a crazy chick
You're driving me to insanity
all the things you do
You make me come unglued
I just can't help myself
I need proffesional Help
Help
You're driving me to insanity
all the things you do
You make me come unglued
I just can't help myself
I need proffesional Help
Help
I need proffesional Help
You're driving me to insanity
all the things you do
You make me come unglued
I just can't help myself
I need proffesional Help
I need Help
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