Oh my, you heard it through the grapevine
Or online, whichever you prefer
Your lies are keeping us from dreaming
Tongue tied, trying to fight your demons
I've seen more spine in notebooks
Than I have seen in you
And I've seen potholes keep themselves deeper than you
I hope the next time that you run your mouth, your tongue trips up on untied vowels
'Cause you keep your lips as loose as Gossip Girl
Keep to yourself or let it go
If I had a dollar for every time you started rumors
I'd pay your funeral expenses
'Cause you're dying for attention, you haven't learned your lesson
I hope a casket can shut you up for good
I'm sending postcards to the morgue asking about you
'Cause you've been dead to me for oh so long
They say cheaters never quit, and quitters never do
I think they both fit you oh so well
Secrets don't make friends, but they will keep them