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 Boohoo, baby It's your funeral Yeah you're through making me so miserable So I 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 asking bout, where you've been hiding out I sigh, oh why should I know? I spin up a couple lies Try out some alibis But we both know you're the psycho I picnic in the cemetery, where you dug you're own grave Champagne bubbles, the hail mary You just couldn't behave Boohoo, baby It's your funeral Yeah you're through making me so miserable So I raise a glass to your last moments There's no second chance 'Cause you're literally dead to me Boohoo wooh wooh wooh wooh You're through wooh wooh wooh wooh (Boohoo baby) Boohoo wooh wooh wooh wooh (No no no regret) You're through wooh wooh wooh wooh Rest in peace, its you're funeral You're through making me so miserable So I 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)