you are dead to me

call you up in the middle of the night
like a firefly without a light
you were there like a blowtorch burning
i was a key that could use a little turning
and you are dead to me
you left and turned your back on me
you defied a friendship
now the knife sticks out my back
keeping me from sleep
and you are dead to me
the call in the middle of the night
you should have answered that phone
you should have been there
you said you would be there
and you are dead to me
and now the crying is over
and the pain has been numbed
by cigarettes and coffee
and i have moved on past this
and you are dead to me
but arising from the ashes
i see you tryin to get back to me
like a phoenix in pain
you think everything will be ok
and you are dead to me
there is so much you never told me
so much you kept hidden from me
did you know you could see my soul?
did you know you would see my heart?
and you are dead to me
so stay dead beneath the rubble
of a friendship destined to fail
don’t try to climb out
bringing painful memories back
and you are dead to me
maybe one day
i’ll look at your grave
and wish you back to life
but not today, not now
and you are dead to me
so stay that way