Dead Friend Songtext / Lyric

You don't worry about tomorrow anymore,

Cause you're dead.

Or does anything still echo?

Is there any trace left?

Well, I know she still remembers,

she sleeps with your picture by her bed

They shaved your face

and they washed your hair clean

You were wearing the jacket that I met you in



Well, how could I not have guessed?



She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket

fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket

fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket

God damn it

God damn I miss my dead friend

I miss my dead friend






We lowered your body into

into the hard Oklahoma ground

John Paul Allison, the orphan boy pope

Now she waits for you to haunt her

She sleeps with your ghost at night in bed

When you died you were only 26

The most real person that I've ever met



Well, how could I not have guessed?

She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket

fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket

fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket

God damn it

God damn I miss my dead friend

I miss my dead friend



Oh, your cold dead hands

Oh, your cold dead lips

Oh, your cold dead heart

Oh, your cold dead kiss



Oh, your cold dead hands

Oh, your cold dead lips

Oh, your cold dead heart

Oh, your cold dead kiss



Well, how could I not have guessed?

Well, how could I not have guessed?

She would fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket

fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket

fall in love with the first boy she kissed in a casket

God damn it

God damn I miss my dead friend