Heathers

You should call me tonight

When you are 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 got nowhere to run

And he tells me what to do

He wants me to kill you

And I really think I might

Because, Heather, I hate you