You woke up with a knife in your back
And you wondered how you got like that
Well I’ll tell you
You were busy wasting your a**
With your neon lights and your laughing gas
But now you’re through
Now I’m writing a funeral playlist
And you’re checking for the songs that I missed
You wont find them
Now I’m writing a funeral playlist
And you’re checking for the songs that I missed
You wont find them
You were busy being the girl
Who lusted plastic eyes and Jheri curls
Is it beginning to unweave
Or are you waking up from a lucid dream
Now I’m writing a funeral playlist
And you’re checking for the songs that I missed
You wont find them
Now I’m writing a funeral playlist
And you’re checking for the songs that I missed
You wont find them