fake my death

My wet dreams start with you saying sorry

But I’ve come to find people are temporary

Fooled me once, I tried to understand

Fooled me again, now our blood’s on your hands

And when I disappear I’ll blame it on your ex

Not hard to believe since she wanted me dead

Forget what we could’ve been I think it’s for the best

If I fucked up your life and then faked my death

Played into your fantasy

Mourn the idea of me

My rings on your fingers as you punch me in the face

Does choking on your ego leave you with a bitter taste?

Forget what we could’ve been I think it’s for the best

If I fucked up your life and then faked my death

Played into your fantasy

Mourn the idea of me

I've said too much again

I'm in over my head

Yeah, I’ve said too much again

Off with my head, off with my head

Played into your fantasy

Mourn the idea of me