Well he's a bit of a hypocrite
Wants all the glory without the grit
Because the world has surely gotta fit
The way he's always ever pictured it
He stays up late just getting more irate
At how the morning light will lift this weight
And every day he'll wait to claim his fate
Until the words upon his headstone state
He was the dead one
No more than an afterthought
Someone should have said something
For him to believe in
I'm sure he'd be furious
To see his bones left to rot
But I see no difference
He's always asking people where they've been
Behind a smile he knows is paper-thin
He gets a shivering beneath his skin
Because the bubble never let him in
Someday he'll grow beyond the status quo
Least that's the hope he's keeping locked below
Near every day he longs to make it so
So is it time enough to let him know?
He was the dead one
No more than an afterthought
Someone should have said something
For him to believe in
I'm sure he'd be furious
To see his bones left to be forgot
But I see no difference
He was the dead one
No more than an afterthought
Someone should have said something
For him to believe in
I'm sure he'd be furious
To see his bones left to be forgot
But I see no difference
He was the dead one
He was the dead one
He was the dead one
He was the dead one