Her name is Mary Jane
She makes me feel okay
Her name resounds and resounds
All the time in my head
My body misses her
When I'm on the road
But when I'm up on stage
I don't feel far from home
She tell's me what I wanna hear
But I'll never know
If it's fiction or real
My guitar plays alone
My phone changes it's form
And now I think, now I think
That the radio's on
And it's playing rock n'roll
The paranoia comes
Someone's behind the door
And now I doubt, now I doubt
If I should open it or not
She makes me run away
She makes me wanna escape
Of this unreal, unreal, stupid game
She tells me what I wanna hear
But I'll never know
If it's fiction or real
My guitar plays alone
My phone changes it's form
And now I think, now I think
That's the radio's on
And it's playing rock n'roll
The paranoia comes
Someone's behind the door
And now I doubt, now I doubt
If I should open it or not
The paranoia comes
The paranoia comes
The paranoia comes
(Her name's Mary Jane)
The paranoia comes
