Lyrics
(Mad)
I always had to tip-toe around you
I'd say something wrong tik, tik, tik
Boom, blowing up over stupid shit
Throwing blame, then throwing fits
You'd get so worked up from a game on tv
You're a pro at yelling profanities
When someone cuts you off
Throw a middle finger up
You picked fights but never fought for me
Why aren't you mad (mad)
We didn't work out? (Out)
It's kinda frustrating (it's frustrating)
Want you to hate me (you to hate)
Kills you to hear I'm happy now
Why aren't you mad? (Mad)
Your face turning red
You'll beat up yourself (up yourself)
'Cause I look hot as hell (hot as hell)
It's like I'm the only one upset
Why aren't you mad
Watching me go out on dates with your friends?
Hearing them go on and on about it
Under-reactive, sociopathic
Guess it didn't mean anything
You picked fights but never fought for me
Why aren't you mad (mad)
We didn't work out? (Out)
It's kinda frustrating (it's frustrating)
I want you to hate me (you to hate)
Kills you to hear I'm happy now
Why aren't you mad? (Mad)
Your face turning red
You'll beat up yourself (up yourself)
'Cause I look hot as hell (hot as hell)
It's like I'm the only one upset
Why aren't you mad? Mad
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Why aren't you mad? Why aren't you mad?
Why aren't you mad (mad)
We didn't work out? (Out)
It's kinda frustrating (it's frustrating)
I want you to hate me (you to hate)
Kills you to hear I'm happy now
Why aren't you mad? (Mad)
Your face turning red
You'll beat up yourself (up yourself)
'Cause I look hot as hell (hot as hell)
It's like I'm the only one upset
Why aren't you mad?
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