i don't usually write happy songs (about dead girls)

Here we are again
Wasting another weekend
in bed
she's over her own head
and tonight
these hands won't be alright
mean to hold
had become
a broken mold
of what we are
of what we were
of what she still is
of what i lost
and to think you might
have found some time
but you haven't even
found yourself out
no oh oh whoa
hanging her head up
like an overcoat
her thoughts are too much
like a script that's been overwrote
the pages are covered in ink
you can't even see
what she means to me
i can't remember
return to sender
we'll just count down the rest of the days
of the week from within me
those five days that we waste
just to waste away on the weekend
in bed, in my own head
there's too much time on my hands
the hook is that i've got you booked
this show of affection
treat me like infection
she wrote on a postcard
that had a grave on the front
"i wish you were here"
pretty girls hide their dark secrets
but she let's them be seen
in this moment, this scene
that rivals the big screen
the production value isn't nearly as much
but the realest thing about it is the touch
our lips, our hands, our hips, our rants
this is unlike any movie
and you're not an actress
you're just too damn moody
today, who's it gonna be?
are you gonna kiss another one of my friends
in plain view so i can see
and just hope
you won't be critiqued
but i'm too down
two thumbs down
to even look at you
thank you sunshine
for ruining my night
you make it all worse
when it should be alright
it's so easy for you
to be able to keep your chin up
your head held so high
when i'm the one who's down
the only one who feels like they're about to die
you wrote me out of this little kissing scene
but since when are you a writer
you're so wrong
and you shouldn't mean a thing
i wish i could take your word for it
this kiss
is looks
to be
refreshing
i'm so lost
now that he
has what i found
he's my friend
this can't end
but i'm letting you know
that i'm letting you go
cuz you're just
getting in the way
and if you think that someday soon
all the trains and planes and cars
could make up for your scars
well i'd say go ahead
but your better off out of my head
well remember that grave postcard
i'm just letting you know
that to me
you are already dead