Dead Boy

My darling is dying for a dead boy
To find some warmth in his cold arms
My lover is working up a fake joy
With senses all blaring like alarms

Hey world, lets go fighting for a dead boy
Whilst crying and calling him in
He's too busy cradling his dead boy
Caressing his ashen skin

Good Mourning
A silent thing
It's controlling
Wish he'd just ignore it

But I want you
Can't you see me calling to you
We're sinning: Jealous
Secrets keep on seeping out of every crevice
This explains the silence
Knew it wasn't just the violence
Want to give you the life I know you'll enjoy
But I'm not your dead boy

Hey, broken man's living with a living girl
Drapеd over his shoulders and his neck
Hе cannot stop sticking like a stray curl
He'd rather be withering instead

My liar's sharing bedrooms with a living girl
They're cursed and it's so obvious to see
God, he's infatuated with this living girl
But only because he wishes she was me

Good Mourning
A silent thing
It's controlling
Wish he'd just ignore it

But I want you
Can't you see me calling to you
We're sinning: Jealous
Secrets keep on seeping out of every crevice
This explains the silence
Knew it wasn't just the violence
Want to give you the life I know you'll enjoy
But I'm not your dead boy