It gets pretty lonely being Etta Place, denied her one request.
I had to watch you die,
Then I had to watch you come back as something less than alive.
But who am I to say that's true?
No, the only thing I'll say about this body with
Your name on it is you and I living the high life
We both knew that it would have to end someday.
But I thought we'd both die,
Leaving no one here to deal with the regrets.
My undead friends, you're so hard to look at.
Sometimes your faces make me forget that
Most of us aren't yet where we had hoped we'd be.
But our ranks are growing thinner.
A couple more die every winter and they
Can't remember who they were before the freeze.
My undead friends, you're so hard to look at.
Sometimes I wish that I could forget,
We're nowhere near as hopeful as we used to be but there's a chance
This is temporary,
We're not fucking done until we're dead and buried
And I'm not giving in until you come back home to me.
So I'm sitting on the front porch waiting.
Come on darling,
The light is fading and i wish you'd
Come back home so I could get some sleep.