Heathers

You should call me tonight when you′re sleeping
So I can talk to all of your dreams
And they'll tell me what to do
When I′m alone with you
'Cause I really do not understand
What the fuck is wrong with you?

I've been crazy for this boy, I really like his gun
I think he′s kind of crazy, but I′ve got nowhere to run

And he tells me what to do
And he wants me to kill you
And I really think I might
Because, Heather, I hate you