Burnpile

I love that picture of us fishing out at Lake Fork

Can't take that hoodie off, you got me at the thrift store

They're both soaked in gasoline on the front porch

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I got your boyfriend, and he's tied up in the kitchen

He's freaking out while our favorite record's spinning

Wish you would call me back, you don't know what you're missing

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I hope you choke on the smoke

Now you can cheat with a ghost

Every time you said I'm lazy, fucking crazy, and I wasn't your type

Made a match that's getting ready to light

Yeah, I've been working on my burnpile

I got our mixtape on the TV for your boo thing

Your favorite wine I hate, is tasting like a summer drink

Wonder how hot it's gotta be to burn a diamond ring

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I hope you choke on the smoke

Now you can cheat with a ghost

Every time you said I'm lazy, fucking crazy, and I wasn't your type

Made a match that's getting ready to light

Yeah, I've been working on my burnpile

Let it burn, baby, burn

'Bout to be a double-wide earn

I hope you choke on the smoke

Now you can cheat with a ghost

Every time you said I'm lazy, fucking crazy, and I wasn't your type

Made a match that's getting ready to light

Yeah, I've been working on my burnpile

Oh, sorry