Past Comes Back To Haunt Me

A fashion queen not in my dreams
Comes back to invade this fucked-up scene
We hated you before you left
So don't come back & think we're friends

Doctor's daughter Amy Good
I thought this time you understood
Never wanted to see you again
We were never ever friends

Haunted haunted by the past
To see you die would be a blast
Haunted haunted by the past
Hoped this time would be the last

A year from now Tuesday afternoon
You're counting days you think it's soon
You'll have Brian you're sure of it
It's written down on a scheduled list