My day is so mundane, I don't think I left the house

Drank a pot of coffee, tried to write, nothing came out

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

'Causе I know he'd come over and takе real good care of me

It's so weird (Oh) , he's not here (Oh)

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 you?)

What can I do but think of you? (All I can do)

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)