Literally Dead

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

Boo-hoo, baby, it's your funeral

Yeah, you're through making me so miserable

So I'll 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 askin' 'bout where you've been hidin' out

I sigh, "Oh, why should I know?"

I spin up a couple lies, try on some alibis

But we both know you're the psycho

I picnic in the cemetery where you dug your own grave

Champagne bubbles, a Hail Mary, you just couldn't behave

Boo-hoo, baby, it's your funeral

Yeah, you're through making me so miserable

So I'll raise a glass to your last moments

There's no second chance 'cause you're literally dead to me

Boo-hoo, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

You're through, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Boo-hoo, baby)

Boo-hoo, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (No, no, no, baby)

You're through, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Rest in peace, it's your funeral

You're through making me so miserable

So I'll 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