Sorry He's a Psychopath
You were a gambler of your money and my mind
You like to waste things, like your life and my time
You could down a bottle, go straight to your head
I let my guard down, but never again
I was blind sighted, you were sick with sin
I called you out when your eyes turned bright red
I saw you standing there, inside that music hall
Your arms around her, lined up for last call
I should've walked by, but asked for her name
"Sorry, he's a psychopath...take it from me
Sorry, he's a psychopath...it's not meant to be
You better run now, take it from me...so sorry."
You blamed me for everything, your drinking and your woes
And I'd make excuses for your drunkness at shows
You became an animal after the party
My bad investment with nothing in return
I was getting stronger, and you would crash and burn
Nothing left to bet on, I folded my hand to break free
I saw you standing there, inside that music hall
Your arms around her, lined up for last call
I should've walked by, but asked for her name
"Sorry, he's a psychopath...take it from me
Sorry, he's a psychopath...it's not meant to be
You better run now, take it from me...so sorry."