Straightjacket Weather Lyrics

Straightjacket Weather lyrics

i thought you would be, insane at twenty-three. now, i'm that weirdo screaming
on the train. you're setting fires inside my head. i'd like to believe you.
it's not arson, maybe just a warm goodbye for me. it's cold inside my heart,
cold, dark, and crazy. sweater weather for you, and a straightjacket for me.
head down, hands tied, dreaming only of you. who can rescue me from this padded
room. if i got my mouth on some cyanide, or a shotgun, maybe i'd survive. head
down, hands tied, dreaming only of you. who can rescue me from this padded
room. and our get-away car is parked outside. i'll ride shotgun, baby, you can
drive.