Lying in your bed
Wondering why I haven’t even slept.
And you are not responding to your name.
I’m still in love with your remains
We were so in love, but now I’m feeling creeped out
Maybe I’m naive...I think we can still go out
You’re as cold as ice and I’m a little nervous
I checked the windows twice. I’ve drawn all the curtains.
We’re so different. I’m alive and you’re dead.
Necrophilia is fucking with my head
And I don’t know why I’m feeling this way
I’m not so sure that this is right..I keep holding you. And you don’t want to leave you’ll never say that but I know it to be true yeah I know it to be true because
You’re still here
I’m still here too yeah
I bought you flowers
Your favorite dozen roses
I hope you enjoy them
Before you decomposes
I can't quit you, girl, just like Gyllenhaal said
Necrophilia is fucking with my head
And I don’t know why I’m feeling this way.
I’m not so sure that this is right, but I keep holding you
You don’t want to leave you’ll never say that but I know it to be true yeah I know it to be true because
You’re still here
I’m still here....too yeah!
If you’re mad for young guitar bands like Momma and Feeble Little Horse, L.A. four-piece Rocket are sure to hit your alt rock sweet spot. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 5, 2023