[Verse 1]

Well I know he's alive and tricking me into all sorts of things

Bless his soul, bless his mind

He is cold, He is blind

And I know he's wearing out after all these years

Then I'll find him dead one morning

Find him dead one morning in my bedroom

He'll have painted all my windows black

Soon I won't have a single dose of tact at all

[Verse 2]

And I just came back from coffee and I didn't bring my mind

What's the use, it's gone dry

No excuse, no goodbye

And I've locked eyes with a tombstone he doesn't sleep he engineers thoughts

I'll be dead one morning

I'll be dead one morning in my bedroom

I'll have covered all my walls with crayon

Obituary reads, "Who's to blame for this disastrous plan?"

[Bridge]

Imagine what you could make if your muse hadn't killed herself

And after all these mistakes my life's no better than hell

Maybe delaying the wake wasn't best but I'm starting to tell

No matter what road you take there are spots with bone-dry wells

[Verse 3]

I was talking to a man one day and he couldn't tell a lie

Time has flown, we will die

We're alone, it's alright

And in time we'll be forgotten every single mortal soul

But you'll be alive one morning

You'll be alive one morning in your bedroom

The sun will crack your windows, shake your walls

And you will wake up; realize the walk was worth a thousand falls