P#RANOIA

I guess I saw it on a screen
I think it must have been a rom-com
Murder mystery
I watched them stand outside the house

I heard them yelling out her name
With intent to win her round
I thought I must be psychopathic
And fitter like I work in MI6
Pulling out the gun
And watch the ladies get the kicks

He thinks he's good
But we've got paranoia
When he tries so hard
Try harder, harder
Turn your back to see the paranoia
Never try so hard
Try harder, harder
I wanna cut the voice box out my throat
And go back home

He must be good
He's the hero of the day
She sleeps too long
A happily ever after

People want people to deal
With their problems
When I cringe inside
I'm dying

He thinks he's good
But we've got paranoia
When he tries so hard
Try harder, harder
Turn your back to see the paranoia
Never try so hard
Try harder, harder
I wanna cut the voice box out my throat
And go back home

I wanna cut the voice box out my throat

I'm in love with the version of myself
That's in love with the version of myself
That's in love with the version of myself
That's in love with the version of myself
That's in love with the version of myself

Now I see it, repeat it
And see it, repeat it
Now I see it, repeat it
And see it, repeat it
Now I see it, repeat it
And see it, repeat it
Now I see it, repeat it
And see it, repeat it

Harder, harder
Harder, harder

I wanna cut the voice box out my throat
And go back home
He thinks he's good
But we've got paranoia
When he tries so hard
Try harder, harder
I wanna cut the voice box out my throat
And go back home

And go back home
And go back home
And go back home
And go back home