I'm in outer space
I'm in outer space
Haven't felt awake since the Hardware City days
Why'd they have to close that place?
We could eat spaghetti together
We could have a picnic
Are you into sandwiches?
I'll be sure to bring a blanket
It will be the coziest, it will
I'm a zombie
I'm a zombie
Convinced I have been since the age of twenty
I have no personality
We could eat spaghetti together
Doesn't it sound so lovely?
And play vampires until the sun comes up
If you"re comfortable being the dessert
You can be mine, and I can be yours
I can be your leftovers