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