I've got a fantasy
Where I never have to see
Your face, your car, your Nikes
Took me a couple days, scrubbing out all the stains
Deleted every memory
I'm skipping through the cemetery, where you dug your own grave
Ending you is necessary, 'cause you can't behave
Boohoo, baby
It's your funeral
Yeah you're through making me so miserable
So I raise a glass to your last moments
There's no second chance
'Cause you're literally dead to me
(You're literally dead to me)
People keep asking bout, where you've been hiding out
I sigh, oh why should I know?
I spin up a couple lies
Try out some alibis
But we both know you're the psycho
I picnic in the cemetery, where you dug you're own grave
Champagne bubbles, the hail mary
You just couldn't behave
Boohoo, baby
It's your funeral
Yeah you're through making me so miserable
So I raise a glass to your last moments
There's no second chance
'Cause you're literally dead to me
Boohoo wooh wooh wooh wooh
You're through wooh wooh wooh wooh
(Boohoo baby) Boohoo wooh wooh wooh wooh
(No no no regret) You're through wooh wooh wooh wooh
Rest in peace, its you're funeral
You're through making me so miserable
So I raise a glass to your last moments
There's no second chance
'Cause you're literally dead to me
(You're literally dead to me)
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