My day was so mundane, I don't think I left the houseDrank a pot of coffee, tried to write, nothing came outSomehow it's the weekend, I'm still bored out of my skullAnd I went to the party but only on principle
EmptyLook at me
I'm a zombie in my body, I'm a train off of the trackI feel dirty, I feel rotten and the colors are all flatI'm a sad shell of a woman and I've got maggots for brainsBut that's just a thing that happens when my
My baby goes away
My baby goes away
He goes away
Everything feels moldy like the fruit that's in my fridgeAnd everything that's funny I wish I could tell to himAnd sometimes, at a low point, I even wish for tragedy'Cause I know he'd come over and take real good care of me
It's weird (oh)He's not here (oh)
I'm a zombie in my body, I'm a train off of the trackI feel dirty, I feel rotten and the colors are all flatI'm a sad shell of a woman and I've got maggots for brainsBut that's just a thing that happens when my
My baby goes away
My baby goes away
He goes away, oh-oh-oh
What can I doBut think of you?But think of you? (But think of you?)What can I do (what I can do)But think of you? (But think of you?)But think of you? (But think of)
I'm a zombie in my body, I'm a train off of the trackI feel dirty, I feel rotten and the colors are all flatI'm a sad shell of a woman and I've got maggots for brainsBut that's just a thing that happens when myMy baby goes away
What can I do (when my baby goes away)But think of you?But think of you? (Away)(when my baby goes away)What can I do (when my baby goes away)But think of you?But think of you? (Away)