Too much of anything is bad for you

I wish I knew that 'bout a month or two ago

We made our bed but it's not made for two

Video game that you know you'll lose

I know it's true but

I feel six feet underneath the ground

Dig my own grave to get me out

I'm haunted by her every night

She's heaven sent but hell replied

She's a bouquet of barbed wire

Yellow Lambo with a flat tire

Like c*****e to a highflyer

Such a bad girl but what a good liar

Like a tattoo that starts fading

Hollywood smile but you know she's faking

First bullet in a cease- fire

Such a bad girl but what a good liar

Ohh ohh

Ohh ohh

What what a good liar

If she's a crime then you can lock me up

Throw away the key 'cause I don't give a f**k no more

I'll do my time then she'll get back in touch

It all makes sense but I'm so confused

I know it's true but

I feel six feet underneath the ground

Dig my own grave to get me out

I'm haunted by her every night

She's heaven sent but hell replied

She's a bouquet of barbed wire

Yellow Lambo with a flat tire

Like c*****e to a highflyer

Such a bad girl but what a good liar

Like a tattoo that starts fading

Hollywood smile but you know she's faking

First bullet in a cease- fire

Such a bad girl but what a good liar

Ohh ohh

Ohh ohh

What what a good liar

Ohh ohh

Ohh ohh

What what a good liar

I feel six feet underneath the ground

Dig my own grave to get me out

I'm haunted by her every night

She's heaven sent but hell replied