Zombie

You kissed me like a violent prayer

A quiet scream hung in the air

We're holy sinners

Young and doomed

Two living ghosts inside one room

This is love

A sweet disaster

Running slow but falling faster

Their lips are cold, purple like blueberries,

But mine are red like wild cherries

I'm a zombie made of dreams

Walking through my broken scenes

I talk to God through cigarette smoke

He whispered to my ear you're a twisted joke

Can you see the life I'm leaving?

Or the mess I still believe in?

Been kissing ghosts to feel okay

Their lips are cold, purple like blueberries

But mine are red like wild cherries

I'm a zombie made of dreams

Walking through my broken scenes

I talk to God through cigarette smoke

He whispered to my ear you're a twisted joke

I'm a zombie made of dreams

Walking through my broken scenes

I talk to God through cigarette smoke

He whispered to my ear you're a twisted joke

Why am I

Still here

To love to lose to start again

Holy sin that never ends

Was it real or wish we made?

I'm a zombie made of dreams

Walking through my broken scenes

I talk to God through cigarette smoke

He whispered to my ear you're a twisted joke

I'm a zombie made of dreams

Walking through my broken scenes

I talk to God through cigarette smoke

He whispered to my ear you're a twisted joke