You don't worry about tomorrow anymore
Cause you're dead
Does anything still echo?
Is there any trace left?
I know she still remembers, she sleeps with
Your picture by her bed
They shaved your face and
Washed your hair clean
You were wearing the jacket that I met you in

How could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy
She kissed in a casket
God damn it
God damn I miss my dead friend
I miss my dead friend

We lowered your body into
The hard Oklahoma ground
John Paul Allison, the orphan boy pope
Now she waits for you to haunt her
She sleeps with your ghost at night in bed
When you died you were only 26
The most real person that I've ever met

How could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy
She kissed in a casket
God damn it
God damn I miss my dead friend
I miss my dead friend

Your cold dead hands
Your cold dead lips
Your cold dead heart
Your cold dead kiss

How could I not have guessed?
She would fall in love with the first boy
She kissed in a casket
God damn it
God damn I miss my dead friend