She knits me a pastic purple sweater
I'm staring blank into the sky, alright
She reads me like a scarlet letter
She holds my heart and hopes to die, alright
Sometimes it ain't so bad
Like a soul lies on the slab
This is my life in a bodybag
She's got a diary of madness
She has a man of mystery, oh yeah
She dumped me in a brand new address
With a brand new sweater made for me, oh yeah
Sometimes it ain't so bad
Like a soul lies on the slab
This is my life in a bodybag
Oh yeah
Sometimes it ain't so bad
Like a soul lies on the slab
This is my life in a bodybag
Oh yeah
