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