Heathers

You should call me tonight when you're sleeping So I can talk to all of your dreams And they'll tell me what to do When I'm alone with you 'Cause I really do not understand What the fuck is wrong with you? I've been crazy for this boy, I really like his gun I think he's kind of crazy, but I've got nowhere to run And he tells me what to do And he wants me to kill you And I really think I might Because, Heather, I hate you