Ooh ooh, ooh. Ooh ooh, ooh I don't want congratulations anymore 'cause it doesn't quite hit. No, it doesn't quite hit the spot, babe. It's a needle in the haystack kind of lore. It's a dopamine lie. And the dopamine's running dry, babe. You can say I lost my mind. The mountain top's too high to climb. Let's cut our losses, tie it with a bow. No more congratulations though, mm.
Congratulations! by Fletcher










