I'm gonna romanticize a new life in the suburbs
I'll leave behind my pride and all your lovers
Nothing will hurt
And I won't get worse
I'll be a housewife in the suburbs
In a hearse
I'm getting worse, I'm getting worse
I'm in my pink velvet hearse
I'm getting worse, I'm getting worse
I'm in my pink velvet hearse
Long, long ago, when I loved you
I went too fast, too hard
True love's too hard
I let it go and sold my heart
For the keys to a car
And a brand new yacht
It's sparkling like a diamond
My sadness turns so violent
Prescriptions keep me quiet
God, when'd I get like this?
I'm gonna romanticize a new life in the suburbs
I'll leave behind my pride and all your lovers
Nothing will hurt
And I won't get worse
I'll be a housewife in the suburbs
In a hearse
I'm getting worse, I'm getting worse
I'm in my pink velvet hearse
I'm getting worse, I'm getting worse
I'm in my pink velvet hearse
Alone, I am dying
In regret, remorse, red Marlboros
At home, on the highway
I have nothing anymore
God help me, God save me
All I wanted were some pearls
I never found my piece of heaven
