Dead And Alive

My voice of reason's got laryngitis
 And I know you wouldn't care even the slightest
 You point the gun at my feet, to keep me on my toes
 Watch me walk the streets to see defeat in my soul
 There's lots of holes in my head
 There's lots of room in my bed
 For someone like you to lay with me and we can play dead
 For a couple of hours
 I hold my breath for the day that we're together
 Now my body's decomposing
 I'm both dead and alive, but not very wanted
 My five o'clock shadow is a quarter past six
 My heart is a broken door that just can't be fixed
 If you were a convict girl, I'd get you cross the border
 If you were on the menu, you'd be the one I'd order
 I hold my breath for the day that we're together
 Now my body's decomposing
 I'm both dead and alive, but not very wanted