Just another Sunday baby
Yes I am your goddess
No you can't recreate me
I won't sit in silence no
I'm not your canvas baby
I've always been the artist
I am the architect of everything you wanted
I am your worlds, your love
Your heavens, your devine
If you're going to f*ck it up
I guess this means goodbye goodbye goodbye
I won't clutch my pearls hunny
Do me dirty you're going to hear from me
I'm the ghost of futures past
The ghost of what you could've had
I won't clutch my pearls hunny
Hurt me you're going to hear from me
I'm the ghost of futures past
You best believe I'm going to haunt your ass
Ghost of what you could've had
Best believe I'm going to haunt you yah
Make you up a bed of roses
I thought you were the tuff guy
How the hell am I too much
Still I'm not enough
I'm not sweet
I'm not the pie
I'm not the apple of your eye
I am the tree
I won't clutch my pearls hunny
Do me dirty you're going to hear from me
I'm the ghost of futures past
The ghost of what you could've had
I won't clutch my pearls hunny
Hurt me you're going to hear from me
I'm the ghost of futures past