Testo Literally Dead - Big Data, Dragonette

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
Boo-hoo, baby, it’s your funeral
Yeah, you’re through making me so miserable
So I’ll 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 askin' 'bout where you’ve been hidin' out
I sigh, «Oh, why should I know?»
I spin up a couple lies, try on some alibis
But we both know you’re the psycho
I picnic in the cemetery where you dug your own grave
Champagne bubbles, a Hail Mary, you just couldn’t behave
Boo-hoo, baby, it’s your funeral
Yeah, you’re through making me so miserable
So I’ll raise a glass to your last moments
There’s no second chance 'cause you’re literally dead to me
Boo-hoo, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
You’re through, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Boo-hoo, baby)
Boo-hoo, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (No, no, no, baby)
You’re through, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Rest in peace, it’s your funeral
You’re through making me so miserable
So I’ll 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