Dead For A Year

Up comes my baby with her sleepy-eyed stare
I'm scared about what she wants to ask
I've been dodgin' but I'm tryin' to be fair
If I am honest, then maybe she'll grasp
All these things I could be
You will see
All these things I could be
You will see.

Under some trees and inside of her car
I steal all her kisses like they're works of art
In our own apartments 'cause we're finally adults
But still we don't act it and I'm comin' apart
Can I just readjust
Get your trust?
Can I just readjust
Get your trust?

In comes the cold, out goes the old
Up with the new, and down with the mold
Burstin' like the blisters on my feet on the road
I'm stuck at the border 'cause I don't have the toll
I concede, I can fold
Do as I'm told
I concede, I can fold
Do as I'm told.

Wakin' up from nightmares to shivers and shakes
They weren't even this bad when I was a baby
Critters 'round my crib, but the feelin' of doom
Is not like bein' at your wedding and not bein' the groom
Oh, lord, please, banish these
Thoughts from me
Oh, lord, please, banish these
Thoughts from me
'Cause I'm crawlin' up through the dirt
Through the roots, through the wood, through the hurt
The eye of the storm
Upon my friends and the girl of my dreams
I've been caught, and crushed, and unclean
Since I let 'em go
But I'm risin' from the grave
Risin' to be saved
Risin' so I can't slave away
All my debt, dead for a year.

There goes my baby with her painted on smile
I wish I had one, but I'm losin' my sight
And I can't see through all the pain and the piss
I can't get past what happened to this
I never beg, but now I am
Friend to friend
I never beg, but now I am
Friend to friend.

This time it's me with the sleep-eyed stare
Pouting and doubting that she even cares
Her demands are different, but I'm even more scared
Don't say I deserve it, 'cause I'm plenty aware
Never been such a fool
I deserve to die
I've never been such a fool
I deserve to die.

But I'm crawlin' up through the dirt
Through the roots, through the wood, through the hurt
The eye of the storm
Upon my friends and the girl of my dreams
I've been caught, and crushed, and unclean
Since I let them go
But I'm risin' from the grave
Risin' to be saved
Risin' so I can't slave away
All my debt, dead for a year
Dead for a year
Dead for a year
Dead for a year
Dead for a year
Dead for a year
I was dead for a year.