Get away...

Get away...

Get away...

Get away...

I wish you'd get right out my head right now

I wish you'd get right out my head right now

I can't get you out my head

I can't remember what I said

I think I left you in the grave

But now you're here drinking lemonade

Wait—that's not lemonade you made

That's formaldehyde in my Gatorade

I should've noticed your decay

The way your jaw just swings and sways

You're asking if your kids can stay

But honey, you've been dead for days

I'm watching you deteriorate

Right here beside my dinner plate

You're wondering why I'm running late

I can't explain—let's call it fate

Your corpse is doing what corpses do

There's something leaking, something new

You're asking me to barbecue

But I think that's your ribcage showing through

I really should've called someone

Before you started having fun

You brought the kids—oh god, you've won

Now they're all melting in the sun