Dead Friend

You don't worry about tomorrow anymore Because you're dead Or does anything still echo? Is there any trace left? Well I know she still remembers She sleeps with your picture by her bed They shaved your face and they washed your hair clean You were wearing the jacket that I met you in Well 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 We buried your body Into the hard Oklahoma ground John Paul Allison, the orphan boy Pope She waits for you to haunt her She sleeps with your ghost at night in bed When you died, you were only twenty-six The most real person that I've ever met Oh, your cold dead hands Oh, your cold dead lips Oh, your cold dead heart Oh, your cold dead kiss