Dead Mom
Dead Mom
I know you're probably busy
And ev'ry shake just makes you dizzy
But Dead Mom, I gotta ask
People say you're in the ground
But I feel you all around me
Are you here, Dead Mom?
Dead Mom
Dead Mom
If you were here, we'd laugh 'til you were nauseous
I'm in your hometown of corsets
Still, the town, the time forgot
And ev'rybody's staring at me
Like all "Hurry up get happy
Move along, Dead Mom"
But I don't wanna wake up
I don't ever wanna feel
They want me to clap my hands
Like a performing seal
You're a Magic 8-Ball
You're the only one who's real
Dead Mom, Dead Mom
Dead Mom
They're sense of self-entitlement's relentless
I wish their perfect picket fences
Would impale them through the heart
This carousel of painted ponies
Spins around filled up with phonies
And its no fun without you here Dead Mom
The world flies past
This blood of strangers
When nothing lasts
And no one changes
Should I give up?
Go through the motions?
In just one drop, the world's an ocean
I'm trying not to break
Come on, Magic 8-Ball
Are you receiving?
Give me something to believe in
And we're done
Take me where my soul can run
Or I'll be in my bedroom
Wake me when I'm twenty-one
Daddy's moving forward
Daddy didn't lose a mom
Send a sign
And make it drastic
I'm talking to a piece of plastic
A plague of mice, a lightning strike
Or drop a nuclear bomb
Life's a messed-up theme park ride
Where no one makes it out alive
Will I see you on the other side?
Dead Mom