stalking you is so symptomatic
sorta made it my occupation
if it’s wrong I don’t want to be right
I won’t stop,
take me back to the backseat of your car
take me raw don’t want to be right
dressed like a beauty queen
used to have simple accusations
used to have you now I have visions
now i’m a little insane
and if it’s wrong I don’t want to be right
had to happen, i’m a boy on a mission