I don’t like to stick my hand in oily things 

So I cut the top half off my bag of chips 

Don’t judge me 

I know I’m psychotic 

 

I hate the thought of my socks touching the floor 

So I’ll have one foot shoed when the other’s bare, I’m sure 

Someone said it’s demonic 

I know I’m psychotic 

 

But at least I don’t have children just because 

I’m afraid of myself but not afraid to be alone 

And I dream of building shelters for the poor 

I’m psychotic but at least it’s not my fault 

 

Everybody looks at me like I’m some criminal 

When all I’ve done is wear some different clothes 

And I dream of owning billions I could donate, yes, I know 

I’m psychotic (want more) 

 

Yes, I might have just had a hundred milligrams of caffeine 

And I whisper when I sing even though I should scream 

Don’t mind me 

I know I’m a riot 

 

Yes, I hate my name and chose another one live by 

And yes, I hide it from my parents, but I don’t have to try 

They don’t even remember 

Let alone keep their promise 

 

But at least I don’t believe things just because 

That’s the way everyone around me grew up 

What’s so wrong with wanting to help the helpless 

I know I’m psychotic 

Isn’t life made to define it 

 

Of course you think I’m crazy 

I can apologize at the drop of a hat 

Ghost friends for life and never look back 

Of course you think I’m crazy 

I never said I wasn’t 

I’m too bad at lying 

 

Of course you think I’m stupid 

I work hard to prove it 

Watching how you’d do it 

And living the opposite 

I know that I’m psychotic 

I never said I wasn’t 

 

You keep trying to fix me 

Pray that god be with me 

What if I said god used to hit me 

And now I’m psychotic 

 

But at least don’t believe in things just because 

That’s the way everyone around me grew up 

What’s so wrong with living that you need to define it

To build a fence and block it

 

At least I don’t have children just because 

I’m afraid of myself but not afraid to be alone 

And I dream of building shelters for the poor 

I’m psychotic but at least it’s not my fault 

 

Everybody looks at me like I’m some criminal 

When all I’ve done is wear some different clothes 

And I dream of owning billions I could donate, yes, I know 

I’m psychotic (want more) 

Isn’t life made to define it 

I’m psychotic (want more)