Too much of anything is bad for you

I wish I knew that 'bout a month or two ago

We made our bed but it's not made for two

Video game that you know you lose

I know it's true, but

I feel six-feet underneath the ground

Dig my own grave to get me out

I'm haunted by her every night

She's heaven-sent, but hell replied

She's a bouquet of barbed wire

Yellow Lambo with the flat tire

Like cocaine to a high flier

Such a bad girl but what a good liar

Like a tattoo that starts fading

Hollywood star but she knows she's faking

First bullet in a ceasefire

Such a bad girl but what a good liar

What, what a good liar

If she's the crime then you can lock me up

Throw away the key 'cause I don't give a fuck no more

I'll do my time then she'll get back in touch

It all makes sense but I'm so confused

I know it's true, but

I feel six-feet underneath the ground

Dig my own grave to get me out

I'm haunted by her every night

She's heaven-sent, but hell replied

She's a bouquet of barbed wire

Yellow Lambo with the flat tire

Like cocaine to a high flier

Such a bad girl but what a good liar

Like a tattoo that starts fading

Hollywood star but she knows she's faking

First bullet in a ceasefire

Such a bad girl but what a good liar

What, what a good liar

What, what a good liar

I feel six feet underneath the ground

Dig my own grave to get me out

I'm haunted by her every night

She's heaven-sent but hell replied