I'm a morbid romantic, with skulls painted on my walls
Could that be the one good reason, you don't feel for me at all?
Well, I think it's kind of tragic, I can never seem to keep
Those momentary words of wisdom that I sing for you in sleep
From falling away by day
From falling
Away from you
I'm lost like a penny in the backseat of a New York City cab
When I'm away from you
I'm tossed like the many times you looked into my greedy eyes and laughed
Ooh
Well, I make a lousy groupie
I guess I just don't have the lust
I've only ever been successful at discerning death from dust
Well, could it really be this empty
In the space that fills the air between my instinct
And you?
Your image is love, always this unfair
When I'm away from you
I'm lost like a bottle at the bottom of a recycling bin
When I'm away from you
I just haven't got all that I need
To fill my ocean up and swim
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
A reflection in the mirror of your eyes
I know that that should turn my stomach
But it comes as no surprise
That I must be a ghost
Cause you don't know
That I'm a morbid romantic
With skulls painted on my walls
Could that be the one good reason
You don't feel for me at all?
Well, don't you know that's just a mural
And I'm really a good witch
The only thing you have to fear from me
Is my urgency to switch arrows around
Why?
When you're away from me
You'll be lost like a penny
In the backseat of a New York City cab
When you're away from me
You'll be just like the many times
You looked into my greedy eyes
And, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Looked into my greedy eyes
And, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm