| Without further warning |
| Keep your hands off so you won’t break |
| Won’t be here in the morning |
| No more coffee, peanut butter, pancakes |
| Need to be out on my own, gotta go |
| Press the red button, put it on tape |
| Candy Coat, camaro |
| I’ll be off to a different state |
| Creeping like a villain |
| Walking off of a nasty murder scene |
| Little blood was spilling |
| But it’s still murder in the first degree |
| You knew that I would leave you |
| I would leave you here with nothing |
| I’mma leave with your lights turned low |
| And every time I kissed you |
| When our world was so, so bad |
| You could tell that we’re dying slow |
| Now I got a black suit on |
| Scenery is like a funeral |
| Body bag and my two-door |
| Got sheets to cover it up |
| Yeah, neighbours mean, they ain’t seen |
| Nothing strange or they can not recall |
| Broken dream, coming clean |
| Setting all the emotion back to default |
| Creeping like a villain |
| Walking off of a nasty murder scene |
| Little blood was spilling |
| But it’s still murder in the first degree |
| You knew that I would leave you |
| I would leave you here with nothing |
| I’mma leave with your lights turned low |
| And every time I kissed you |
| When our world was so, so bad |
| You could tell that we’re dying slow |
| Her last will is like a love letter |
| Tryna bury you in my thoughts |
| And not to get caught like a love letter |
| Put the shovel down in the dirt |
| Standing there, can’t find the word |
| The last will is like a love letter |
| As a look in silence at the stone |
| Letters spell «memories of home» |
| It reads like a love letter |
| Rain don’t stop, all my Lilies drop |
| When I see a cop pulling up |
| Creeping like a villain |
| Walking off of a nasty murder scene |
| Little blood was spilling |
| But it’s still murder in the first degree |
| You knew that I would leave you |
| I would leave you here with nothing |
| I’mma leave with your lights turned low |
| And every time I kissed you |
| When our world was so, so bad |
| You could tell that we’re dying slow |