PHANTASM

Took a lot of pills in my car, now I can't sleep
Thinkin' 'bout ways that you'll never love me
Thinkin' 'bout ways that I'd be good for you
Thinkin' 'bout things I shouldn't be thinkin'
Putting the shotgun up to my ear and
Finding ways to get into the mood

Ghosts on my mind, now I'm thinking all the time
Like daddy born in 1843
I'll be there in seven, meet you in heaven
Cranberry lips, strawberry teeth
Bloated and blue, I'm thinking of you
'Cause you're my bugaboo
Reanimator, see you later, crack open my tomb

Do you love me? Yes, no, maybe
I'll be seeing Hades soon
Purgatory's mandatory
Pistol up my chin, I'll see the moon

Just want someone to take me for coffee
Watch me, watch you, watching a movie
I can see you smelling my perfume
Med organizer, DBT binder
Dump my body where they'll never find her
Flowers on my corpse, let's watch them bloom

You're an alien hottie
Like beam me up Scotty
Find me a Wolfman, hope he's got a nice tan, ride in my mystery van
Scary monsters, ghosts and conjures, you're my perfect man

Hung myself in my childhood bedroom
Took all the pills, you know I had to
Brains on the ceiling of my bathroom
Now I can be with you
Yeah, guess what? I know what you're thinking
Why so happy when she be singing
If you were me, then you'd be happy too

Damn, babe, evil dead?
Nah, Evil head
I'm gon' see you later?
A'ight, hit me up, phone numbers (6-6-6)

Do you love me? Yes, no, maybe
I'll be seeing Hades soon
Purgatory's mandatory
Pistol up my chin, I'll see the moon

Just want someone to take me for coffee
Watch me, watch you, watching a movie
I can see you smelling my perfume
Med organizer, DBT binder
Dump my body where they'll never find her
Flowers on my corpse, let's watch them bloom

This is a nice beat, Byrdie
Deez nuts



Credits
Writer(s): Braden Spangler, Christopher Copeland, Emily Guise
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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