It hurts when you call me
I miss you completely
It only reminds me of what I can't have

I like some different, he's floating inside
Can you even smell it? I think it's going bad
I think it's going bad

I hope that I'm watching when I'm the one coughing
Wake up in a coffin, took too long to talk to them
And now they're out walking while I'm busy talking
In a box buried down deep, it echoes in my sleep

And now they're out walking, I feel silly staring
Describing the feeling, I think it's going bad
I think it's going badf