Spin round the steering wheel the
Coffee spills but you can’t feel
The dam behind your eyes
Turn off the radio, the news is fake
But you can’t tell who’s
Making up the lies
Waking up to find…
Waking up to find…
You don’t love life

Mary-anne you’re late
I’ve been waiting for you for three days
I’m beginning to be afraid
I’ve been looking out the window

Your smoked cigarette is your slow suicide
And you only speak to pass the time
But time’s been passing you
The days feel like they’re getting shorter
The nights are definitely getting colder
I don’t know what you’re going to do
Waking up to find…
Waking up to find…you don’t love life

Mary-anne you’re late
I’ve been waiting for you for three days
I’m beginning to be afraid
I’ve been looking out the window

And I don’t know how this happened
I remember laughing
At the zombies who had no fun
Now you’ve turned into one
I don’t know if it matters
That we’re hanging from the rafters

Mary-anne you’re late
I’ve been waiting for you for three days
I’m beginning to be afraid
I’ve been looking out the window

I asked you “what do you think you’ll find?”
You said “nothing” but you didn’t mind
“It’s all just smoke and mirrors”
I asked you “where do you think you’ll go?”
You said “Nowhere but at least I know
I’m having trouble holding back the years.”

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