Four months, no contact, what can you even say to me?
Your sweet words might have worked once, but newsflash no longer hold authority over me
And there was almost nothing left of you to let go
Your grave was two degrees from stone cold
Almost nothing left of you to grieve
So who brought you back from the dead?
Bad you think I wanna see you again
What was that you would have called me in the middle of the night?
How many lives do you think you get?
So who brought you back from the dead?
Bad you think I'd elate you to rest
What was that you would have come around and dig in up the past?
Nobody asked to see you again
So who brought you back from the dead?
I saw your face once while I was shopping for groceries
I ended up with hiding
And I ended up with hiding

In plain sight, hoping you wouldn't notice me
And there was nothing left of you to let go
Could have sworn that I was seeing a ghost
Almost nothing left of you to grieve
So who brought you back from the dead?
Bad you think I wanna see you again
What was that you would have called me in the middle of the night?
How many lives do you think you'd get?
So who brought you back from the dead?
Bad you think I'd elate you to rest
What was that you would have come around and dig in up the past?
Nobody asked to see you again
So who brought you back from the dead?
Slippin' back from the dark, the dark, the dark, the dark
Slippin' back from the dark