For all I know, you’re dead
You’re dead and gone and never coming back
I’m obsessing over a dead girl
And unless I’ve got magic voodoo powers
There’s nothing I can do to bring you back
That would be kinda gross, anyway
Imagine holding a dead girl in your arms
But I digress
Maybe the healthiest thing I can do
Is keep telling myself you’re dead
And I’ll never see you again
Maybe then I can move on
Besides, for all I know you are
And I don’t have the time or energy to spare
Worrying about a dead girl
