Miss Melancholia

I grew up in a fever dream

Momma finally got her beauty queen

Tried to be the apple of Daddy’s eye

Southern gothic suicide

I can rude, I can hide

Still a lonely little girl inside

Making 20 wishes on a dandelion

Get me out of this town

Wherever I go there the hell I am

I am a black widow, in a wedding dress

I got a heart of gold but it’s paying debt

I roll your love letters into cigarettes

Got a good lover, he loves me well

But he’s throwing diamonds in a wishing well

I want to be the one to give him what he needs

But it just ain’t me

Tried to be on my best behavior

Haven’t heard back from the holy savior

All the small town folks shaking their heads

Saying “She must go freely”

Wherever I go there the hell I am

I am a black widow, in a wedding dress

I got a heart of gold but it’s paying debt

I roll your love letters into cigarettes

I grew up in a fever dream

Momma cried on my sweet 16

Birthday wishes into broken dreams

Honey 123

Wherever I go there the hell I am

I am a black widow, in a wedding dress

I got a heart of gold but it’s paying debt

I roll your love letters into cigarettes

Wherever I go there the hell I am

It’s just rock n roll til it’s a god damn mess

I am a hurricane in my Sunday best

I roll your love letters into cigarettes

I roll your love letters into cigarettes