Lyrics:

Like hot wings with hot chocolate in here, u-huh Cold like in my isolation said In the winter, we're kissing mysteries Take the weather man and throw him away. hey hey Now there's a desert and I need it to rain You are so good at keeping me company. You are related to a psychopath Your own mother is in therapy You must be real fuck up You're related to a psychopath. Noah's elephants are leaving the ark, in haste They're in the up side of my manic depressive state We get to sing in three part harmony. I try to walk away I choke and I stumble I'm fly and that's all it tells when I mumble You are so good at keeping me company. You are related to a psychopath Your own mother is in therapy You must be real fuck up You're related to a psychopath. It never adds up when you do your math You are related to a psychopath Yes, I'm real fuck up You're related to a psychopath. Education is slow And it's what it keeps me in When my mind chooses to roll I feel it just begins Just when I get attached it ends And to say I'd rather remain a psycho. Got to feel this dance in my head, I said Life is butter won't you be my bread You are so good at keeping me company. You are related to a psychopath Your own mother is in therapy You must be real fuck up You're related to psychopath. It never adds up when you do your math You are related to a psychopath Yes I'm real fuck up You're related to a psychobpath. A psychopath I am demented A psychopath My life is twisted You are related to a psychopath Your ow