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