This night walk the dead. in a soliatry style and crash the semetery gates. in the dress your husband hates. way down. mark the grave. where the searchlights find us drinking by the mausoleum door. and they found you on the bathroom floor. i miss you so far. and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard. back home. off the run. singing songs that make you slit your wrists. it isn't that much fun. starng down a loaded gun. so i won't stop dying. won't stop lying. if you want i'll keep on crying. did you get what you deserve? is this what you alway's want me for? i miss you.