You wanna take a skate on the ice inside my veins
They ripped me off like false lashes
And then threw me away
And all the headshots on the walls of the dance hall are of the bitches
who wish I’d hurry up and die
But I’m immortal now, baby dolls
And baby, I’ll admit I’ve been a little superstitious
Fingers crossed and you put your hand on mine
Seems to be that you and me we make our own luck
A bad sign is all good
I ain’t got to knock on wood
Good thing I like my friends cancelled
I like ‘em cloaked in Gucci and in scandal
Like my whiskey sour
And poison thorny flowers
Welcome to my underworld
Where it gets quite dark
At least you know exactly who your friends are
They’re the ones with matching scars
Like a tiny chihuahua barking at me from a tiny purse
That's how much it hurts
How many times has your boyfriend said
“Why are we always talking about her?”
Keep it one hundred
On the land, the sea, the sky
Pledge allegiance to your friends
Your team, your vibe
Don't care where the hell you been
'Cause now you're mine
It's 'bout to be the sleepless night
You've been dreaming of
The tale of Ophelia