Dead for a Year

Up comes my baby with a sleepy-eyed stare
 I'm scared about what she wants to ask
 I've been dodgy but I'm trying to be fair
 If I am honest then maybe she'll grasp
 All these things I could be, you will see
 All these things I could be, you will see
 Under some trees we're inside of a car
 Heisting all our kisses like they're works of art
 In our own apartments 'cos we're finally adults
 But still we don't act it and I'm coming apart
 Can't I just readjust, get your trust
 Can't I just readjust, get your trust
 In comes the cold and out goes the old
 Up with the new down with the mold
 Bursting like the blisters on my feet on the road
 I'm stuck at the border 'cos I don't have the toll
 I concede, I can fold, do as I'm told
 I concede, I can fold, do as I'm told
 Waking up from nightmares with the shivers and shakes
 They weren't even this bad when I was a baby
 Critters 'round my crib, but the feeling of doom
 Is not like being at your wedding and not being the groom
 Oh lord, please, banish these thoughts from me
 Oh lord, please, banish these thoughts from me
 'Cos I'm crawling up through the dirt
 Through the roots, through the wood, through the hurt
 That I have bestowed
 Upon my friends and the girl of my dreams
 I've been caught and crushed and uncleaned
 Since I let 'em go
 But I'm rising from the grave
 Rising to be saved
 Rising so I can slave away
 All my debt
 Dead for a year
 Dead for a year
 There goes my baby with the painted-on smile
 I wish I had one but I'm losing my sight
 And I can't see through all the paint and the piss
 I can't get past the that to the this
 I never beg but now I am, friend to friend
 I never beg but now I am, friend to friend
 And this time it's me with the sleepy-eyed stare
 Pouting and doubting that she even cares
 Her demands are different but I'm even more scared
 Don't say I deserve it 'cos I'm plenty aware
 I've never been such a fool, I deserve to die
 I've never been such a fool, I deserve to die
 But I'm crawling up through the dirt
 Through the roots, through the wood, through the hurt
 That I have bestowed
 Upon my friends and the girl of my dreams
 I've been caught and crushed and uncleaned
 Since I let 'em go
 But I'm rising from the grave
 Rising to be saved
 Rising so I can slave away
 All my debt
 Dead for a year
 Dead for a year
 Dead for a year
 Dead for a year
 Dead for a year
 Dead for a year
 I was dead for a year