"Burnpile" lyrics

I love that picture of us fishing out at Lake Fork
Can't take that hoodie off you got me at the thrift store
They're both soaked in gasoline on the front porch
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I got your boyfriend and he's tied up in the kitchen
He's freaking out while our favorite record's spinning
Wish you would call me back, you don't know what your missing
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I hope you choke on the smoke
Now you can cheat with a ghost
Every time you said I'm lazy, fucking crazy and I wasn't your type
Made a match that's getting ready to light
Yeah I've been working on my burn pile

I got our mixtape on the TV for your boo thing
Your favorite wine I hate is tasting like
A summer drink
Wonder how hot it's gotta be to burn a Diamond ring
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I hope you choke on the smoke
Now you can cheat with a ghost
Every time you said I'm lazy, fucking crazy and I wasn't your type
Made a match that's getting ready to light
Yeah I've been working on my burn pile

Let it burn, baby, burn
'Bout to be a double wide earn

I hope you choke on the smoke
Now you can cheat with a ghost
Every time you said I'm lazy, fucking crazy and I wasn't your type
Made a match that's getting ready to light
Yeah I've been working on my burn pile