Só what you gotta cry for?
She said you're dead to me
You'll never be my fucking friend
You know you're not like them

I felt a little light going out
Inside of me, and I can't believe
I'm still like this
I'm not a kid

Yeah, I'm a psycho, I'm a killer, David Byrne
(Feels like I don't ever feel right)
I know it's bullshit when someone says I'm yours
(Feels like I don't ever feel right)

So what you gotta lie for?
You dick, you little kid
You made me this
You said you'd stay, push my friends away

I was fine just feeling half alive
April, May, and we'd just stay inside
Swear to God, I think it's real this time
Goodbye, goodbye

(Psycho, I'm a killer, David Byrne)
(Feels like I don't ever feel right)
I know it's bullshit when someone says I'm yours
(Feels like I don't ever feel right)

Psycho, I'm a killer, David Byrne
(Feels like I don't ever feel right)
I know it's bullshit when someone says I'm yours
(Feels like I don't ever feel right)