INTRO
[Gm]
VERSE 1
[Eb]You thought that it would be o[Gm]o-kay,[F]-kay, at first
[Eb]The situation could be[Gm]be saved,[F]saved, of course
[Eb]But they’d already picked out your[Gm]your grave[F]grave and a hearse
[Eb]Beware the wrath of masked cru[Gm]crusade[F]saders
Did you [Eb]girl boss too close to the sun?
Did they [Gm]catch you having far too [F]much fun?
[Eb]Come with me, when they see us they’ll run
[F]Something wicked this way comes
CHORUS
[Gm]Good thing I like my friends cancelled
I [Dm]like ‘em cloaked in Gucci and in scandal
Like my whiskey [Eb]sour
And poison thorny [F]flowers
Welcome to my [Gm]underworld where it gets quite dark
At [Dm]least you know exactly who your [Eb]friends are
[F] They’re the ones with matching [Gm]scars
VERSE 2
[Eb]It’s easy to love you when you’re[Gm]you’re pop[F]pop-ular
[Eb]The optics click, everyone[Gm]everyone pro[F]pro-spers
[Eb]But one single drop, you’re off the[Gm]the ro[F]ro-ster
[E]“Tone-deaf and hot let’s fucking [F]off her”
Did you [Eb]make a joke only a man could?
Were you [Gm]just too smug for your [F]own good?
Or bring a [Eb]tiny violin to a knife fight?
[F]Baby, that all ends tonight
CHORUS
[Gm]Good thing I like my friends cancelled
I [Dm]like ‘em cloaked in Gucci and in scandal
Like my whiskey [Eb]sour
And poison thorny [F]flowers
Welcome to my [Gm]underworld, it'll break your heart
At [Dm]least you know exactly who your [Eb]friends are
[F] They’re the ones with matching [Eb]scars
BRIDGE
They stood by [Cm]me before my exone[F]exoneration
They believed I was [Dm]innocent
So I'm not here for [Eb]judgment, no[Dm]no...
But if you [Gm]can’t be good, then just be better at it
[Dm]Everyone’s got bodies in the attic
Or took somebody's [Eb]man
We’ll take you by the [F]hand
And soon you’ll learn the [Eb]art
Of never getting [Dm7]caught
CHORUS
It's a [Gm]good thing I like my friends cancelled
I [Dm]like ‘em cloaked in Gucci and in scandal
Like my whiskey [Eb]sour
And poison thorny [F]flowers
Yeah, it’s a [Gm]good thing I like my friends cancelled
I sa[Dm]salute you if you’re much too much to handle
Like my whiskey [Eb]sour (I like it)
And poison thorny [F]flowers (I love it)
Can’t you see my [Gm]infamy loves company
Now they’ve [Dm]broken you like they’ve broken me
But a [Eb]shattered glass is a lot more sharp
And now you know [Cm]exactly who
your friends [Dm]are (You know who we are)
We're the ones with matching scars