"You Make Me Mad" lyrics

"You Make Me Mad"

When you come around and say those things out loud
Is there anybody in there?
Wish I could levitate above my own mistakes
Of letting you inside my head, but maybe

It's okay, by the way, I'm not yours to throw away
I can't say you're good for my health
She said, "So what? Maybe not? Ever since you left the cot
You've been looking after yourself"

You make me mad
Mad
You make me mad
Mad

Wish I could sympathise, get out the bed and try
What's the point? I'm not a hero
Maybe dry my eyes, I over-dramatise
Me and you, a never-ending story

It's okay, by the way, I'm not yours to throw away
I can't say you're good for my health
She said, "So what? Maybe not? Ever since you left the cot
You've been looking after yourself"

You make me mad
Mad
You make me mad
Mad

You make me mad
Mad
You make me mad
Mad

You make me mad
Mad
You make me mad
Mad

You make me mad (It's okay, by the way, I'm not yours to throw away)
Mad (I can't say you're good for my health)
You make me mad (So what? Maybe not? Ever since you left the cot)
Mad (You've been looking after yourself)


Writer(s): Tom Higham, Benjamin John Fletcher
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