if i havent read about you in the dsm 
then i dont rlly care about the taste of your [bad word] 
it doesnt matter and i dont wanna be your boyfriend 
if you dont have a couple psychotropic prescriptions 

if im with you i only wanna be like 80 percent 
certain that youre not gonna suddenly get violent 
i wanna go to bed feeling a little bit threatened 
i want the way we [bad word] to be a troubling symptom 

they always ask me what i see in such a psychopath 
he’s never got cash and he always looks so mad 
a cute face, his music taste, he looks good from the back 
and all the reasons that you hate him’s why i want him bad 

i like the fire in his eyes when he tells me to buy 
some lighter fluid after i get out of class tonight 
he wont tell me what it’s for but i dont really mind 
thats the [bad word] that makes a boy like me’s heart ignite