My father left without a trace
And now he wants a "face-to-face"
I don't know how to cope with something like this
To revive something that no longer exists
I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead
I died so long ago in your head
I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead
I died so long ago in your head
Cigarette burns on my forearm
So everyone can see
It's a cry for help and I guess
No one cares about me
So when you text me tomorrow
And I don't respond at all
Just know I'm cold on the floor
And my soul has moved on
I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead
I died so long ago in your head
I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead
I died so long ago in your head
("Pop Punk"-esque Guitar Sequence)
I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead
I died so long ago in your head
I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead
I died so long ago in your head
I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead
I died so long ago in your head