My Psycho, Bye-Bye

Verse 1: He calls me at three: “Where you at?” I’m in PJs with ice cream, I’m fine. He screams he will find me, tit for tat, While I’m taking a selfie online. He smashes the dishes like show, I put on a happy little beat. He threatens to “end” me — so what? I keep dancing while he throws a fit. Pre-chorus: He’s on edge, I’m on vibe, He’s in panic, I’m in a taxi. You wanted me, baby, come on, chase, But I’m long gone, don’t you waste. Chorus: Oh-oh-oh, my psycho, bye-bye! You wanted to kill me — but I flew high. I’m in headphones, in the club, with the wind, You’re left with a broken pot, my friend. Oh-oh-oh, my psycho, bye-bye! I’m no victim, I’m just a star. You yell, and I wave my hand: “So long, my psycho, understand!” Verse 2: He draws me plans “forever and a day,” Where I sleep, where I eat, where I stay. But I’m out with my girls, always Smiling, singing, dancing away. He threatens: “I’ll find you, I’ll make you pay!” I reply: “I’m on vacation, dear.” He’s powerless, tearing wires, While I’m doing my nails with cheer. Pre-chorus: He’s on edge, I’m on vibe, He’s in panic, I’m in a taxi. You wanted me, baby, come on, chase, But I’m long gone, don’t you waste. Chorus: Oh-oh-oh, my psycho, bye-bye! You wanted to kill me — but I flew high. I’m in headphones, in the club, with the wind, You’re left with a broken pot, my friend. Oh-oh-oh, my psycho, bye-bye! I’m no victim, I’m just a star. You yell, and I wave my hand: “So long, my psycho, understand!” Bridge: Maybe someone says: “That’s not a joke.” Yeah, when it’s real — it’s scary, I know. But as long as I can, I turn on the show, Where the ending: I’m alive, I’m whole. I’m not a thing, not a target, not “mine.” I’m free, and this is my sound. You’re stuck in the past, while I — In a new dress, happy, dancing around! Chorus (x2): Oh-oh-oh, my psycho, bye-bye! You wanted to kill me — but I flew high. I’m in headphones, in the club, with the wind, You’re left with a broken pot, my friend. Oh-oh-oh, my psycho, bye-bye! I’m no victim, I’m just a star. You yell, and I wave my hand: “So long, my psycho, understand!” Outro: Bye-bye! Bye-bye! Psycho’s gone, and I’m alright. Bye-bye! Bye-bye! I’m okay, and he’s out of sight.