My wet dreams start with you saying sorry
But I’ve come to find people are temporary Fooled me once, I tried to understand
Fooled me again, now our blood’s on your hands

And when I disappear I’ll blame it on your ex
Not hard to believe since she wanted me dead Forget what we could’ve been i think it’s for the best If I fucked up your life and then faked my death

Played into your fantasy Mourn the idea of me

My rings on your fingers as you punch me in the face Does choking on your ego leave you with a bitter taste? Forget what we could’ve been I think it’s for the best
If I fucked up your life and then faked my death

Played into your fantasy Mourn the idea of me

I've said too much again
I'm in over my head
Yeah I’ve said too much again
Off with my head, off with my head

Played into your fantasy Mourn the idea of me