Lyrics:

You start to scream like we're making a scene
I must remind you this is not a movie
You couldn't help but play the queen;
You left them, all at your feet

But I've come to believe it, I've come to believe it
Just like my mouth open over the pavement
But fake as you can, tell them all why you started this panic

You were a ghost for late October
I will become one this summer
I saw this world like a paper
And you could not ever stay here

Oh now I believe it, now I believe it
It's like my mouth open over the pavement
How could you think I wouldn't know this?

You speak quite a storm with that small mouth
And I barely sleep in my own house
Stare at me and I might transform

All hail the queen still -
I've never seen a witch this mean