Paranoid, delusional

Starting to look unusual

Mini shirt, purple shirt

Think of all the boys you've hurt

Can't get it right, looks like your type

Why don't we stay out through the night

Something's wrong, the lights are on

You sure that Lucy's done and gone

Gotta leave, roll down your sleeve

Make sure you're stepping on the crease

They're getting close, I'm sure she knows

That's how a good thing always goes

Keep it shut, you ugly slut

We're watching my director's cut

Unread books and dirty looks

I see we've got you on the hook

Burning away or a pile of ash

I'm looking for something to kick or smash

Tears come with shaking and shaking with glass

I'll split myself, you get the good half

I'll split myself

Burning stakes, my something aches

The bugs are keeping me awake

You'll pop the tags, we'll pack a bag

We'll find a pretty burning flag

Run away, see you today I'm trying not to be so grave

Bouncing back, from heart attack

Your skull is spilling from the crack

Burning away or a pile of ash

I'm looking for something to kick or smash

Tears come with shaking and shaking with glass

I'll split myself, you get the good half

I'll split myself, you get the good half

I'll split myself

Burning away or a pile of ash

I'm looking for something to kick or smash

Tears come with shaking and shaking with glass

I'll split myself, you get the good half

I'll split myself, you get the good half

I'll split myself

I'll split myself, you get the good half

I'll split myself