Dinner With a Dead Man

Mail me your fortune
The way you'll feel with me
Will bring you pain and torture
Who was I trying to be
I cut my hair for nothing
What am I supposed to be
I'm on the edge of nothing
But what does nothing mean

Now I've never really felt I belong here
But that won't stop me from being a monster
My words fly past you like you think I'm not here
If I step out sometimes the picture's more clear

I stare to my reflection
How is it I'm perceived
You've gone too far with something
Who am I bound to be

Don't tell me that I'm a new sensation
And don't tell me my mind is on vacation
My words fly past you like you think I'm not here
If I step out sometimes the picture's more clear
Now I've never really felt I belong here
Guess I was right

The worst part was letting you go
I'm feeling like you already know
Sitting at the table alone
Staring over to an empty throne
The lowest has reached the low
There's only one place to go
I'll sit and eat alone
'Till the air dries up my bones



Credits
Writer(s): Emma Papa
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