True Crime

I've got stories that could make the monsters under your bed cry Welcome to my life, it plays out just like a true crime Romance and bad guys and plot twists and vampires And I would tell you the truth, but you'd call me a liar White chalk outline, caution tape and flashing lights Let me tell you 'bout the night I died (died, died, died, died) I pulled up to the party, wide-eyed, thinking that I had arrived Eating all my innocence in a cherry pie Now you'd never believe we're Barbies, do it in the bathroom Werewolves on the hunt, it's not even a full moon Superman, he don't have superpowers Just liquid courage and a little white powder I've got stories that could make the monsters under your bed cry Welcome to my life, it plays out just like a true crime Romance and bad guys and plot twists and vampires And I would tell you the truth, but you'd call me a liar Mary had a little crush, but now her heart is broke Said he was a gentleman, but now he's just a ghost Leaned in, kissed her neck and said, "No one has to know" But he told everyone he knows, now Mary's just a joke Prince Charming is just a frog in disguise Who gets a lot of Botox and memorizes his lines Even villains look good in a suit and tie If they have to say it, well They're probably not a good guy I've got stories that could make the monsters under your bed cry Welcome to my life, it plays out just like a true crime Romance and bad guys and plot twists and vampires And I would tell you the truth, but you'd call me a liar Glitter, spandex, porcelain, plastic Odd revenge, but make it romantic Why's the ending have to be tragic? Well, that's how you make Hollywood magic I've got stories that could make the monsters under your bed cry Welcome to my life, it plays out just like a true crime Romance and bad guys and plot twists and vampires And I would tell you the truth, but you'd call me a liar Yeah, I would tell you the truth, but you'd call me a liar, liar, liar, liar Yeah, I would tell you the truth, but you'd call me a liar