Louis Vuitton Body Bag

Stab you with scissors, and let's hold hands
Blew out my birthday candles, wished that you were dead
(Goodbye) Slice you to ribbons, lay next to me
Let's give each other lobotomies

Slit your throat and zip you up
I won't fuck up your pretty makeup
Tell your friends, try not to brag
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag
Body bag, body bag, body bag, body bag

To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves
To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves

Pretend I love you for another year
Starve myself so I'll fucking disappear
Your red-dipped fingers look like strawberries
But these gashes look like self-injuries

Slit your throat and zip you up
I won't fuck up your pretty makeup
Tell your friends, try not to brag
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag
Body bag, body bag, body bag, body bag

Depression, my new obsession, home sweet home
Self-mutilation like a sick art show
Depression, my new obsession, home sweet home
Self-mutilation like a sick art show
Depression, my new obsession, home sweet home
Self-mutilation like a sick art show

Slit your throat and zip you up
I won't fuck up your pretty makeup
Tell your friends, try not to brag

To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves

You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag (body bag)
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag (body bag)
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag (body bag)
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag (body bag)
I love you too