My day was 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
My baby goes away
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
'Cause I know he'd come over and take real good care of me

It's 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
My baby goes away
My baby goes away
He goes away, oh-oh-oh

What can I do
But think of you?
But think of you? (But think of you?)
What can I do (what I can do)
But think of you? (But think of you?)
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
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)