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 buried your body into the hard Oklahoma ground
John Paul Allison, the orphan boy Pope
She waits for you to haunt her
She sleeps with your ghost at night in bed
When you died, you were only twenty-six
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
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
