My day is so mundane, I don't think I left the house
Drank a pot of coffee, tried to write, nothing came out
Somehow, it's the weekend, I'm still bored out of my skull
And I went to the party but only on principle

Empty
Who can leave?

I'm a zombie in my body, I'm a train off of the track
I feel dirty, I feel rotten and the colors are all flat
I'm a sad shell of a woman and I've got maggots for brains
But that's just a thing that happens in my
In my brain, he goes away
In my brain, he goes away
He goes away

Everything feels moldy like the fruit that's in my fridge
And everything that's funny I wish I could tell to him
And 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 so weird (oh)
He's not here (oh)

I'm a zombie in my body, I'm a train off of the track
I feel dirty, I feel rotten and the colors are all flat
I'm a sad shell of a woman and I've got maggots for brains
But that's just a thing that happens in my
In my brain, it goes away
In my brain, it goes away
He goes away, oh

What can I do
But think of you?
But think of you (but think of you)
What can I do
But think of you? (What can I do?)
But think of you (but think of)

I'm a zombie in my body, I'm a train off of the track
I feel dirty, I feel rotten and the colors are all flat
I'm a sad shell of a woman and I've got maggots for brains
But that's just a thing that happens in my
In my brain, it goes away

What can I do (in my brain, it goes away)
But think of you?
But think of you (away) (in my brain, it goes away)
What can I do (in my brain, it goes away)
But think of you?
But think of you (away)