[Intro] (Fast, bright ukulele strumming, heavy 808s kick in, stuttering vocal sample: basket case… basket case…) (Ad-lib: but I'm blessed with it) [Verse 1] Do you have the time to listen to me whine About how I turned my trauma into something divine I'm not crazy, I'm just colored outside the lines Got a head full of ghosts and they're all in their prime Sometimes I get nervous, sometimes I get weird But I learned to love the chaos, so I'm never really scared I used to hide the damage, now I wear it like a crown Every crack inside my brain is a kink I've written down [Pre-Chorus] They say I'm off, I say I'm on I turned my pain into a playground, and the ghosts all sing along Why am I so magnetic? Why do they love the mess? Because I found the beauty in the blessed-off-ness [Chorus] I'm a basket case, but I'm blessed with it Every trauma that I've tasted got flipped into a kink I'm not broken, I'm just built different, I'm a beautiful disaster The voices in my head all call me "Master" I'm a basket case, a basket case, and I'm loving every minute The darker that my mind gets, the more I want to live in it I'm a basket case, but I'm the fun kind So come and play with the madness that I call mine [Verse 2] I used to scream in silence, now I moan in key The same old wounds are now the source of all my energy I don't need a therapist, I need a pair of cuffs The only thing that heals me is when the dark stuff gets rough Sometimes I fantasize about the things I shouldn't say But I put 'em in a song, and now they're on display The past is just a costume that I wear to feel alive And every ghost that haunts me is along for the ride [Pre-Chorus] They say I'm off, I say I'm on I turned my pain into a playground, and the ghosts all sing along Why am I so magnetic? Why do they love the mess? Because I found the beauty in the blessed-off-ness [Chorus] I'm a basket case, but I'm blessed with it Every trauma that I've tasted got flipped into a kink I'm not broken, I'm just built different, I'm a beautiful disaster The voices in my head all call me "Master" I'm a basket case, a basket case, and I'm loving every minute The darker that my mind gets, the more I want to live in it I'm a basket case, but I'm the fun kind So come and play with the madness that I call mine [Bridge] (Stripped back, ukulele and soft claps, delivery wild and gleeful) They tell me to calm down, I tell 'em "No thanks" I'd rather dance in the dark with my favorite brain tanks I tied my trauma to the bedpost and I whispered in its ear "Baby, we're a team now, there's nothing left to fear" It cried a little bit, then it smiled and held my hand Now every messed-up memory is something I command [Final Chorus] (Full energy, gang vocals on "basket case") I'm a basket case, but I'm blessed with it Every trauma that I've tasted got flipped into a kink I'm not broken, I'm just built different, I'm a beautiful disaster The voices in my head all call me "Master" I'm a basket case, a basket case, and I'm loving every minute The darker that my mind gets, the more I want to live in it I'm a basket case, but I'm the fun kind So come and play with the madness that I call mine [Outro] (Ukulele fades, stuttering vocal sample: basket case… blessed with it…) (One final 808 hit, then silence)
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