Psycho

Every toy must go

You threw the TV out the window

And everybody's laughing now

You never fit in with the crowd

But you say so many things that just don't matter

It's your guitar that swings at happy hour

Do you wanna get a bit high?

The look in your eye

Is saying that it's violet hour

And if we go a little too far and never wake up

Blame it on the April showers

Have you ever kissed a psycho?

Floating on a lilo

Have you ever kissed a psycho?

Could be kinda fun though

Thought you pacified the fall

How elusive was the draw

With your red boots in the clouds

Screw your head to please the crowd

When you sing so many things that just don't matter

You graze your knees, phone rings, it's happy hour

Do you wanna get a bit high?

The look in your eye

Is saying that it's violet hour

And if we go a little too far and never wake up

Blame it on the April showers

Have you ever kissed a psycho?

Floating on a lilo

Have you ever kissed a psycho?

Could be kinda fun though

For every blue light hour, it felt like something is melting

It can be a movie sometimes, but not all the time

One where the plot is descending

And every extra thinks they're the main character

No one cares about the art

They just care how you got there

The story is weak and not the comic timing that you planned

Or the twist of fate is boring and the plot line goes flat

And the scripting continues that no one can explain

As they say, "This is the worst writing I have ever read"

And the big time producers, they tear your script to shreds

With grey suits and dandruff shoulders

Like sweaty man mountains carved into sculptures

Do you wanna get a bit high?

The look in your eye

Is saying that it's violet hour

And if we go a little too far and never wake up

Blame it on the April showers

Have you ever kissed a psycho?

Floating on a lilo

Have you ever kissed a psycho?

Could be kinda fun though