Spoiled Rotten

It hurts when you call me I miss you completely It only reminds me of what I can't have I like some different, he's floating inside Can you even smell it? I think it's going bad I think it's going bad I hope that I'm watching when I'm the one coughing Wake up in a coffin, took too long to talk to them And now they're out walking while I'm busy talking In a box buried down deep, it echoes in my sleep And now they're out walking, I feel silly staring Describing the feeling, I think it's going bad I think it's going badf