VERSE 1
[Eb]You thought that it would be [Gm]okay, [F]at first
[Eb]The situation could be [Gm]saved, [F]of course
[Eb]But they'd already picked out your [Gm]grave [F]and hearse
[Eb]Beware the wrath of masked [Gm]crusaders[F]
Did you [Eb]girl-boss too close to the sun?
Did they [Gm]catch you having far too [F]much fun?
[Eb]Come with me, when they see us, they'll run
[F]Something wicked this way comes
CHORUS
[Gm]Good thing I like my friends cancelled
I [Dm]like 'em cloaked in Gucci and in scandal
Like my whiskey [Eb]sour
And poison thorny [F]flowers
Welcome to my [Gm]underworld
Where it gets quite dark
At [Dm]least you know exactly who your [Eb]friends are
[F]They're the ones with matching [Gm]scars
VERSE 2
[Eb]It's easy to love you when you're [Gm]popular[F]
[Eb]The optics click, everyone [Gm]prospers[F]
[Eb]But one single drop, you're off the [Gm]roster[F]
"Tone deaf and hot, let's fuckin' off her"
Did you [Eb]make a joke only a man could?
Were you [Gm]just too smug for your [F]own good?
Or bring a [Eb]tiny violin into a knife fight?
[F]Baby, that all ends tonight
CHORUS
[Gm]Good thing I like my friends cancelled (cancelled)
I [Dm]like 'em cloaked in Gucci and in scandal (yeah)
Like my whiskey [Eb]sour
And poison thorny [F]flowers
(Honey) welcome to my [Gm]underworld
It'll break your heart
At [Dm]least you know exactly who your [Eb]friends are
[F]They're the ones with matching [Eb]scars
BRIDGE
They stood by [Cm]me
Before my [F]exoneration
They believed I was [Dm]innocent
So I'm not here for [Eb]judgment, [Dm]no, ooh
But if you [Gm]can't be good, then just be better at it
[Dm]Everyone's got bodies in the attic
Or took somebody's [Eb]man
We'll take you by the [F]hand
And soon you'll learn the [Eb]art of never getting [Dm7]caught
CHORUS
It's a [Gm]good thing I like my friends cancelled
(You know that) I like 'em cloaked in Gucci and in scandal
I [Dm]like my whiskey sour
And poison thorny [F]flowers (ooh)
Yeah, it's a [Gm]good thing I like my friends cancelled (cancelled)
I [Dm]salute you if you're much too much to handle
Like my whiskey sour (I like it)
And poison thorny [F]flowers (I love it)
Can't you see my [Gm]infamy loves company?
Now they've [Dm]broken you like they've broken me
But a shattered glass is a lot more sharp
And now you know [Cm]who your friends [Dm]are
You know who we are
We're the ones with matching scars
