The world is my pickled oyster.
It's so full, I can't stuff anymore in.
Yet it's empty of meaning.
Chorus
I'm so dead,
That here I am,
Having a love affair, with my bed.
Verse 2
This picture in my mind is fading.
It's so pale, I can't make out what it is.
Yet it's one clear path ahead.
Chorus
I'm so dead,
That here I am,
Ignoring the answers, in my head.
Verse 3
This gaze is my spray on serenity.
It's so clear, I can't hide anything within.
Yet it blocks out my true self.
Chorus
I'm so dead,
That here I am,
Forgetting the memories, of what I've said.
Oh I'm so dead,
That here I am,
Ignoring the answers, in my head.
Yes I'm so dead,
That here I am,
Having a love affair, with my bed.
