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Bm
A
G
F#
E
E5
Intro
Bm 
Verse
1:
Bm A 
I wear a 36 long, white is my color
G 
A little tight in the shoulder
F# 
But you know, it still fit me good
Bm A 
I wear a 36 long, white is my color
G 
A little tight in the shoulder
F# 
But you know, it still fit me good
Bm 
Anyone can see we're a perfect match
A 
An innocent boy and a psychopath
[G] [F#]
А week's worth of dating and you talk about moving in
F# 
(I talk about moving too fast)
Bm 
My mom disapproved and my friends would say
A 
To break the girl's heart but I'm too afraid
G 
Her clickbait body was a tractor beam
F# 
She was a Tesla Model S with the ludicrous speed
Bm 
The sex was good but we'd always fight
A 
I'd try to leave your sorry ass but end up spending the night
G 
Your sweetness, my weakness, you're mean though ingenious
F# 
Nothing can come between us (Ahh, have you seen us?)
Pre-Chorus:
G 
I've lost it, you're toxic, I botched this, I'm nauseous
E 
Man, I gotta be
Chorus
F# Bm A 
Out of my mind, be going crazy
G 
'Cause it doesn't faze me
E 
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad
F# G A Bm 
I must be out of my brain
A 
Hallucinating
G 
No it doesn't faze me
E 
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad
F# G A Bm 
I must be out of my mind
Verse
2:
Free at last, I'm free at last
[A] [G]
Something I'll never say is "I'm free at last"
F# 
She ain't around so I can vent and get it off my chest
F# 
(So here we go, three, two, one)
Bm 
And you're supercali-pessimistic-expiali-narcissistic
[A] [G]
You and Mary Poppins, you will soon be going out of business
God as my witness, you got a Honda Civic
F# 
'Cause you're backseat driving my life
Pre-Chorus:
[G] [E]
I just wanna sleep my life away
E 
I must be
Chorus
F# Bm A 
Out of my mind, be going crazy
G 
'Cause it doesn't faze me
E 
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad
F# G A Bm 
I must be out of my brain
A 
Hallucinating
G 
No it doesn't faze me
E 
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad
F# G A E F# G A Bm 
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
Verse
3:
Bm 
I'm freaking out, I'm panic attacking
[A] [G]
Yeah, I've mentally had it, now my living room's padded
I'm a sadist, I'm addicted to this heroin
F# Bm 
You're Tonya Harding and I'm your Nancy Kerrigan
Like Lloyd Braun, I just wanted serenity
[A] [G]
But you had to go testing me, gave me suicide tendencies
Your little games, your little, little games
F# 
You trick me into staying, your playing is getting lame
Bm 
From touching your sweet things to tracking your calls
A 
Go from smacking your ass to punching holes in the walls
G 
Go from sending me fire nudes to eyeing up other dudes
F# 
From picking our favorite song to playlisting breakup tunes
Bm 
Started so high, now I can hardly breathe
A 
Go from weak in the knees to be too weak I can't leave
G 
You called it, it's all my fault, this I know
F# 
Guess I'm better off dead inside than being alone
Pre-Chorus:
[G] [E]
I just wanna sleep my life away
F# 
Oh!
Chorus
Bm A 
Out of my mind, be going crazy
G 
'Cause it doesn't faze me
E5 
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad
F# G A Bm 
I must be out of my brain
A 
Hallucinating
G 
No it doesn't faze me
E 
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad
F# G A Bm 
I must be out of my mind
Outro
[A] [G] [E]
Yeah... yeah... oh
F# G A Bm 
I must be out of my mind
You're supercali-pessimistic-expiali-narcissistic
A 
You and Mary Poppins, you will soon be going out of business
[G] [E]
Yeah... Oh...
E F# G A E F# G A Bm 
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad

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