Straight Jacket Lyrics - Theory Of A Dead Man

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?) 

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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 

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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 phase 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 was padded 

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

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

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 [?] 

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 

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 

No it doesn't phase me 

Yeah, the way you treat me so bad 

I must be out of my mind 

I must be out of my mind 

You're supercali-pessimistic-expiali-narcissistic 

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

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