She's so depressed, she's sick of it
Still kicking shit to change her head
To deep under her skin to get rid of it
She burnt her tongue on your lying mouth
So rest in hell
I think she's better now

She says the rumors are stories and they're all the same
Everybody is boring and the news is fake
Who cares if people adore me when I'm in pain?
Who cares if people adore me? Adore me

And I've been bad but you've been worse
It's a cold, cold world for a daddy's girl
And we can pop a bottle in the back of the hearse
If you wanna live later 'cause you'd rather die first

She's getting gothic, exhausted
Sobered up and she lost it
Bought the cure to love and that's what it costed
She made a mess of her mental health
And won't get help
She says she's better now

She says the rumors are stories and they're all the same
Everybody is boring and the news is fake
Who cares if people adore me when I'm in pain?
Who cares if people adore me? Adore me

And I've been bad but you've been worse
It's a cold, cold world for a daddy's girl
And we can pop a bottle in the back of the hearse
If you wanna live later 'cause you'd rather die first
And I've been bad but you've been worse
It's a cold, cold world for a daddy's girl
And we can pop a bottle in the back of the hearse
If you wanna live later 'cause you'd rather die first

She says the rumors are stories and they're all the same
Everybody is boring and the news is fake
Who cares if people adore me when I'm in pain?
Who cares if people adore me?
Adore me, adore me, adore me

And I've been bad but you've been worse
It's a cold, cold world for a daddy's girl
But we can pop a bottle in the back of the hearse
If you wanna live later, you wanna live later
And I've been bad but you've been worse
It's a cold, cold world for a daddy's girl
But we can pop a bottle in the back of the hearse
If you wanna live later 'cause you'd rather die first

Pop a bottle in the back of the hearse
If you wanna live later 'cause you'd rather die first