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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Scott Rubeck, Nicholas Foster Rattigan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.