| Song | Chelsea |
| Artist | Phoebe Bridgers |
| Album | Killer |
| [00:07.99] | For a chemical imbalance, |
| [00:12.45] | You sure know how to ride a train |
| [00:17.40] | Your revolution is a deathbed, |
| [00:21.80] | And the music is your maid |
| [00:27.07] | When someone comes a knocking with a needle on a tray |
| [00:37.45] | Only your lonesome lies beside you |
| [00:41.65] | For you told me not to stay |
| [01:00.60] | You are somebody's baby |
| [01:04.13] | Some mother held you near |
| [01:10.40] | No it's not important, they're just pretty words, my dear |
| [01:20.20] | There is no distraction that can make me disappear |
| [01:31.13] | No there's nothing that won't remind you |
| [01:36.20] | I will always be right here |
| [01:53.44] | And you spit the blood back, spit the blood back |
| [01:58.08] | Baby, I'm amazed that you're alright |
| [02:05.38] | Oh, so long prison boy, I won't be home with you tonight |
| [02:23.80] | We're both very sick, our muscles all worn down |
| [02:32.62] | It's as if we are one-hundred—no, I won't still be around |
| [02:42.05] | Because I've fallen, yes I've fallen right into the love I found |
| [02:54.48] | Long before I reach one-hundred |
| [02:59.53] | I'll have fallen to the ground |
| [03:06.85] | And you spit the blood back, spit the blood back |
| [03:11.67] | Baby, I'm amazed that you're alright |
| [03:18.89] | Oh, so long prison boy, I won't be home |
| [03:26.11] | I won't be home |
| [03:28.38] | I won't be home with you tonight |
| [03:53.24] | And we could call the service bell |
| [04:03.02] | If we stay at the Chelsea hotel |
| [04:12.66] | And I'll stay out of my own head |
| [04:20.08] | Oh, so long prison boy, I won't be home |
| [04:27.24] | I won't be home |
| [04:29.63] | I won't be home with you tonight |
| [05:28.02] |
| [00:07.99] | For a chemical imbalance, |
| [00:12.45] | You sure know how to ride a train |
| [00:17.40] | Your revolution is a deathbed, |
| [00:21.80] | And the music is your maid |
| [00:27.07] | When someone comes a knocking with a needle on a tray |
| [00:37.45] | Only your lonesome lies beside you |
| [00:41.65] | For you told me not to stay |
| [01:00.60] | You are somebody' s baby |
| [01:04.13] | Some mother held you near |
| [01:10.40] | No it' s not important, they' re just pretty words, my dear |
| [01:20.20] | There is no distraction that can make me disappear |
| [01:31.13] | No there' s nothing that won' t remind you |
| [01:36.20] | I will always be right here |
| [01:53.44] | And you spit the blood back, spit the blood back |
| [01:58.08] | Baby, I' m amazed that you' re alright |
| [02:05.38] | Oh, so long prison boy, I won' t be home with you tonight |
| [02:23.80] | We' re both very sick, our muscles all worn down |
| [02:32.62] | It' s as if we are onehundred no, I won' t still be around |
| [02:42.05] | Because I' ve fallen, yes I' ve fallen right into the love I found |
| [02:54.48] | Long before I reach onehundred |
| [02:59.53] | I' ll have fallen to the ground |
| [03:06.85] | And you spit the blood back, spit the blood back |
| [03:11.67] | Baby, I' m amazed that you' re alright |
| [03:18.89] | Oh, so long prison boy, I won' t be home |
| [03:26.11] | I won' t be home |
| [03:28.38] | I won' t be home with you tonight |
| [03:53.24] | And we could call the service bell |
| [04:03.02] | If we stay at the Chelsea hotel |
| [04:12.66] | And I' ll stay out of my own head |
| [04:20.08] | Oh, so long prison boy, I won' t be home |
| [04:27.24] | I won' t be home |
| [04:29.63] | I won' t be home with you tonight |
| [05:28.02] |