Straight Jacket - Theory Of A Deadman

I wear a 36 long, white is my color

A little tight in the shoulder

But you know, it still fit me good

I wear a 36 long, white is my color

A little tight in the shoulder

But you know, it still fit me good

Anyone can see we’re a perfect match

An innocent boy and a psychopath

A week’s worth of dating and you talk about moving in

(I talk about moving too fast)

My mom disapproved and my friends would say

To break the girl’s heart but I’m too afraid

Her clickbait body was a tractor beam

She was a Tesla Model S with the ludicrous speed

The sex was good but we always fight

I’d try to leave your sorry ass but end up spending the night

Your sweetness, my weakness, you’re mean though ingenious

Nothing can go between us (Aye, have you seen us?)

I’ve lost it, you’re toxic, I botched this, I’m nauseous

Man, I gotta be

Out of my mind, be going crazy

'Cause it doesn’t faze me

Yeah, the way you treat me so bad

I must be out of my brain

Hallucinating

Girl, well it doesn’t faze me

Yeah, the way you treat me so bad

I must be out of my mind

Free at last, I’m free at last

Something I’ll never say is «I'm free at last»

She ain’t around so I can vent and get it off my chest

(So here we go, three, two, one)

And you’re supercali-pessimistic-expiali-narcissistic

You are Mary Poppins, you’ll be soon be going out of business

Guys, let me witness, you got a Honda Civic

'Cause you’re backseat driving my life

I just wanna sleep my life away

I must be

Out of my mind, be going crazy

'Cause it doesn’t faze me

Yeah, the way you treat me so bad

I must be out of my brain

Hallucinating

Girl, well it doesn’t faze me

Yeah, the way you treat me so bad

Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad

I’m freaking out, I’m panic attacking

Yeah, I mentally had it, now my living room’s padded

I’m a sadist, I’m addicted to this heroin

You’re Tonya Harding and I’m your Nancy Kerrigan

Like Lloyd Braun, I just wanted serenity

But you had to go testing me, gave me suicide tendencies

Your little games, your little, little games

You tricked me into staying, your playing is getting lame

From touching your sweet things to tracking your calls

Go from smacking your ass to punching holes in the walls

Go from sending me fire news to eyeing up other dudes

From picking a favorite song to playlisting breaking tunes

Started so high, now I can hardly breathe

Go from weak in the knees to be too weak I can’t leave

You called it, it’s all my fault, this I know

Guess I’m better off dead inside than being alone

I just wanna sleep my life away

Oh!

I must be out of my mind, be going crazy

'Cause it doesn’t faze me

Yeah, the way you treat me so bad

I must be out of my brain

Hallucinating

Girl, well it doesn’t faze me

Yeah, the way you treat me so bad

I must be out of my mind

Yeah, yeah, oh

I must be out of my mind

And you’re supercali-pessimistic-expiali-narcissistic

You are Mary Poppins, you’ll be soon be going out of business

Yeah, oh, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad