You wore blue
I was already dead
It didn't matter to you
Even ghosts bled
My back to the killed TV
While the mattress swallows me
I stare at frozen flames
Burning down this silly game
Come and feel the glow
Lighting all these souls
I'm tired of the sick light
I'm tired of the glitz and glare
The drive in theater is empty tonight
We're here shooting flares
Come and feel the glow
Lighting all these souls