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