My day was 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 a party
But only on principle
Empty
Look at me
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 the thing that
happens when my
When my baby goes away
When my baby 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 a tragedy
'Cause I know he'd come over
And take real good care of me
It's weird
He's not here
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 the thing that
happens when my
When my baby goes away
When my baby goes away
He goes away
What can I do
But think of you
But think of you
What can I do
But think of you
But think of you
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 the thing that
happens when my
When my baby goes away
What can I do
But think of you
But think of you
What can I do
But think of you
But think of you