Coffee With a Dead Girl
You looked good
In your dress
And I know I looked
A little bit upset
Of course they didn't get your makeup right
And every picture in the room was crooked
Everybody was crying about the heat
Your eyes were sunken in
It left me drowning all my sorrows
With the water that's been spilling from this sink
We're broke again
So I can't buy you roses till next week
I'm sorry that I tend to be so late
And I'm haunted
By you in my dreams
Without you
I don't wanna be awake
It figures
Your parents kicked me out
Of the basement where we used to stay
I guess it's their way of grieving
I found a park bench down the way
And I've been writing down
All the little things that you used to say
This motivation helps me cope
And I'm trying to get over this
And lying in the clover gives my soul a place to lay
I'm not broken I'm just
Waiting for the day that I can fall asleep
In suits that I could never afford
And every dance is precious
And I'm in agony
I'm just wishing you were
Tripping over my two left feet
We're broke again
So I can't buy you roses till next week
I'm sorry that I tend to be so late
And I'm haunted
By you in my dreams
Without you
I don't wanna be awake
Wide awake, yeah
And now we're home
And every James Dean looking guy
In this town's a fucking creep
I guess it's time to go
But I've still got room
In this front seat for two
In your dress
And I know I looked
A little bit upset
Of course they didn't get your makeup right
And every picture in the room was crooked
Everybody was crying about the heat
Your eyes were sunken in
It left me drowning all my sorrows
With the water that's been spilling from this sink
We're broke again
So I can't buy you roses till next week
I'm sorry that I tend to be so late
And I'm haunted
By you in my dreams
Without you
I don't wanna be awake
It figures
Your parents kicked me out
Of the basement where we used to stay
I guess it's their way of grieving
I found a park bench down the way
And I've been writing down
All the little things that you used to say
This motivation helps me cope
And I'm trying to get over this
And lying in the clover gives my soul a place to lay
I'm not broken I'm just
Waiting for the day that I can fall asleep
In suits that I could never afford
And every dance is precious
And I'm in agony
I'm just wishing you were
Tripping over my two left feet
We're broke again
So I can't buy you roses till next week
I'm sorry that I tend to be so late
And I'm haunted
By you in my dreams
Without you
I don't wanna be awake
Wide awake, yeah
And now we're home
And every James Dean looking guy
In this town's a fucking creep
I guess it's time to go
But I've still got room
In this front seat for two
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Writer(s): Old Flames, Bright Lights
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