You don't worry about tomorrow anymore,
'Cause you're dead
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 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
Fall in love with the first boy
She kissed in a casket
Fall in love with the first boy
She kissed in a casket
God damn it (God damn it)
God damn I miss my dead friend
I miss my dead friend

We buried 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 twenty six
The most real person that I've ever met

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

Or your cold dead hands
Or your cold dead lips
Or your cold dead heart
Or your cold dead kiss

Or your cold dead hands
Or your cold dead lips
Or your cold dead heart
Or your cold dead kiss

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