Spin round the steering wheel the    Coffee spills but you can’t feel    The dam behind your eyes    Turn off the radio, the news is fake    But you can’t tell who’s    Making up the lies    Waking up to find…    Waking up to find…    You don’t love life       Mary-anne you’re late    I’ve been waiting for you for three days    I’m beginning to be afraid    I’ve been looking out the window       Your smoked cigarette is your slow suicide    And you only speak to pass the time    But time’s been passing you    The days feel like they’re getting shorter    The nights are definitely getting colder    I don’t know what you’re going to do    Waking up to find…    Waking up to find…you don’t love life       Mary-anne you’re late    I’ve been waiting for you for three days    I’m beginning to be afraid    I’ve been looking out the window       And I don’t know how this happened    I remember laughing    At the zombies who had no fun    Now you’ve turned into one    I don’t know if it matters    That we’re hanging from the rafters       Mary-anne you’re late    I’ve been waiting for you for three days    I’m beginning to be afraid    I’ve been looking out the window       I asked you “what do you think you’ll find?”    You said “nothing” but you didn’t mind    “It’s all just smoke and mirrors”    I asked you “where do you think you’ll go?”    You said “Nowhere but at least I know    I’m having trouble holding back the years.”