Lyrics : Jimmy Robbins/Maren Morris/Julia Michaels
Music : Jimmy Robbins/Maren Morris/Julia Michaels
Welcome to the end
Where you can come and lose some friends
We need your words, we need your brain
We can pay you for your pain
You'll throw up your heart for it
And you might even get a hit
You'll say that you're gonna quit
But bitch, you won't
You could've gotten a degree
But now your name's on the marquee
You can't leave now
'Cause you got nowhere to go
At least it'll be a hell of a show
Oh, have you forgotten
This is what you wanted?
Oh, have you forgotten
This is what you wanted?
It looks like you're doing great
Though your mental health's in flames
But you love it, even at your lowest low
Yeah, this'll be a hell of a show
Oh, have you forgotten
This is what you wanted?
Oh, have you forgotten
This is what you wanted?
Oh, have you forgotten
This is what you wanted?
Oh, have you forgotten
This is what you wanted?
A hell of a show