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