Mad - The Lemonheads

I don’t know what to say to you

I wish you had something to add

I feel that we could sit and talk

But we don’t and it makes me mad, mad, mad, mad

You go on, just get out of here

I think I’d feel a whole lot better if you’d let me be

I’ll stay here thinking of your plans

I hate the way you make me love jealousy

So mad, mad, mad, mad