Testo ihateitwhenyouremad

Okay, you're cool
But you're not all that
Got a bayonet and it's on my back
I could fall on that
[?] do you think this'll last
And I turn to glass
You knew the answer, so why'd you ask?
It's always such a task
God, I hate it when you're mad
I hate it when you're mad
I hate it when you're mad
God forbid I make you mad

Just another Monday, pulling your hair for someone new
I happen to be who you're privy to
She said, "Why you running from me?" Ah
Why you running from me? Ah
And I'm so afraid
That you want my grave
Money on mind, money on my plate
And I love to take
'Cause I know you feel no hesitation Riddle me with hatred
I'll be your placeholder
'Til I grow old—

What would it take for us
To be right again?
Can't let go
What would it take for us
To be right again?

God, I hate it when you're mad
God forbid I make you mad
I hate it when you're mad
Please don't be mad
God forbid I make you mad
I-I hate it when you're mad