This is called the morticianaire, which I don't even know is a word
Cause you're friends with my morticianaire
And you smile and say hi right back to her
And you think you're innocent
But you're f*cking not
You're just mad that you got caught
And you lie just like my mom
Sold your soul to the girl across the hall
Cross your heart and hope you die
Promised me you'd never leave my side