Intro
[Am]
[F] you thought that it would be [Am]okay,
[G] at first
[F] the situation could [Am]be saved,[G] of course
[F]but they’d already picked out
[Am]your grave[G] and hearse
[F] beware the wrath of masked cru[Am]saders[G]..
did you [F]girlboss too close to the sun?
did they [Am]catch you having far
too [G]much fun?
come with [F]me, when they see us,
they’ll run
[G]something wicked this way comes
Chorus
[Am]good thing i like my friends cancelled..
i [Em]like ’em cloaked in gucci
and in scandal
like my whiskey [F]sour,
and poison thorny [G]flowers
welcome to my [Am]underworld
where it gets quite dark
at [Em]least you know exactly
who your [F]friends are[G]..
they’re the ones with matching [Am]scars..
[F] it’s easy to love you
when [Am]you’re p[G]opular
[F] the optics click, every[Am]one pro[G]spers
[F]but one single drop,
you’re off [Am]the ro[G]ster
[F]“tone deaf and hot,
let’s fucking [Am]off[G] her..”
did you [F]make a joke only a man could?
were you [Am]just too smug for your [G]own good?
or bring a [F]tiny violin to a knife fight?
[G]baby, that all ends tonight
Chorus
[Am]good thing i like my friends cancelled..
(cancelled)
i [Em]like ’em cloaked in gucci
and in scandal (yeah)
like my whiskey [F]sour,
and poison thorny [G]flowers
(honey) welcome to my [Am]underworld
it’ll break your heart
at [Em]least you know exactly
who your [F]friends are[G]..
they’re the ones with matching([F]) scars..
[F] they stood by [Dm]me before my exone[G]ration
they believed i was [Em]innocent
so i’m not here for [F]judgment.. no.. [E]ooh..
but if you [Am]can’t be good,
then just be better at it
[Em]everyone’s got bodies in the attic
or took somebody’s [F]man,
we’ll take you by the [G]hand
and soon, you’ll learn the [F]art
of never getting [E]caught..
Chorus
it’s a [Am]good thing
i like my friends cancelled
(you know that..)
i [Em]like ’em cloaked in gucci
and in scandal
like my whiskey [F]sour,
and poison thorny [G]flowers (ooh..)
yeah, it’s a [Am]good thing
i like my friends cancelled
(cancelled)
i sa[Em]lute you if you’re much too
much to handle
like my whiskey [F]sour, (i like it)
and poison thorny [G]flowers (i love it)
can’t you see my [Am]infamy loves company?
now they’ve [Em]broken you
like they’ve broken me
but a [F]shattered glass
is a lot more sharp
and [Dm]now you know exactly
who your [Em]friends are..
(you know who we are)
we’re the ones with matching scars