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 ass
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