Текст песни Theory of a Deadman - Straight jacket

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 playlist 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
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