Somehow it's the weekend
I'm still bored out of my skull
And I went to the party
But only on principle
Empty, look at me
I'm a zombie in my body
I'm a train off of the track
I feel dirty, I feel rotten
And the colors are all flat
I'm a sad shell of a woman
And I've got maggots for brains
But that's just a thing that happens
When my, when my baby goes away
When my baby goes away
He goes away
Everything feels moldy
Like the fruit that's in my fridge
And everything that's funny
I wish I could tell to him
And sometimes at a low point
I even wish for tragedy
'Cause I know he'd come over
And take real good care of me
It's weird, he's not here
I'm a zombie in my body
I'm a train off of the track
I feel dirty, I feel rotten
And the colors are all flat
I'm a sad shell of a woman
And I've got maggots for brains
But that's just a thing that happens
When my, when my baby goes away
When my baby goes away
He goes away, oh
What can I do but think of you?
But think of you? (But think of-)
What can I do but think of you?
But think of you? (But think of-)
I'm a zombie in my body
I'm a train off of the track
I feel dirty, I feel rotten
And the colors are all flat
I'm a sad shell of a woman
And I've got maggots for brains
But that's just a thing that happens
When my, when my baby goes away
What can I do
(When my baby goes away)
But think of you?
But think of you? (Away)
(When my baby goes away)
What can I do
(When my baby goes away)
But think of you?
But think of you? (Away)
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