Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
plasterbrain
plasterbrain
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
plasterbrain
plasterbrain
Songwriter
Erin Blaber
Erin Blaber
Composer

Lyrics

(Echo bravo)
(Psycho-psycho)
You wish you were me
You wish you were me
When it's all guns and roses (psycho-psycho)
Everybody supposes
I'm somebody special
Who can go?
Walk all over the world again?
But it's his world
And we all just play in it
Gotta move; he said, "Boys only want revenge"
Leaving magic for the girls
The enbies, and me
The one you wish you could be
(It's you, it's you, it's you)
(What genre is this?)
Allegoric, metaphoric, doesn't have to mean a thing
Harajuku, hachimonji, I can rock that (psycho-psycho)
Think I might be a bad person
I bet you I can do worse, and
You don't admire me, not who I wanna be
Only the person I was, 'cause (psycho-psycho)
Happiness? Nah, all in your head
You want the truth, I give you the "instead"
I wish all the people who love me were dead
I'm lucky no one does!
(Here we go)
And I'm over the world again
This is his world
And we all just play in it
Gotta move; he said, "Boys only want revenge"
Leaving magic for the girls
(You thought you'd escaped?)
Run run run, do you even know you're in the same house
As a psycho monster-man?
Run run, run, the call is coming from inside the house
It's a psycho monster-man (psycho-psycho)
He turned invisible
(Psycho-psycho) Are you the final girl?
Are you invincible?
(Psycho-psycho) Do you just wish you were?
(Psycho-psycho)
(Psycho-psycho)
Did you expect the latch-key kid in a psychopath jacket
To be the one to get your friends with a chainsaw
Yet you can only ask, "What makes him tick?"
Sit down and be his therapist (psycho-psycho)
"Natural selection," he says, "I don't want revenge
"Not a cry for help, too easy"
Phoebe, even with kindness
You cannot stop hunger or entropy
Run run run, run; he says, "Revenge is for the scientist"
"I'm the goddamn monster-man"
Run run, you're not gonna make it, he's inside the house
He's a psycho monster-man
(That psychopath is about to hit us with a chainsaw)
And this is his world
(Way to go, Phoebe)
And we all just play in it
(You really fucked it up)
I'm not invincible
(Oh no) Maybe you wish I were
I'm not invincible
(V, she wrote a song about you!)
(Psycho, psycho)
Written by: Erin Blaber, plasterbrain
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