Zombie
I miss you when you’re here with me
Have you any idea what you’re doing to me
While we lay and pretend, while we break every rule?
I can never be who you want me to be
But I can play the fool.
It’s easiest when I make believe that you died,
That the lights in the house simply turned themselves on.
Now the ghost of you haunts memories of the bride
That was smiling, and laughing, then was suddenly gone.
Your corpse, she still lingers here, day after day
And I know there’s a grave that lies empty and bare.
The good lord, he giveth, yeah, he taketh away,
But he half-assed his job: ‘cause you’re only half there.
