Dead for a Year - Johnny Gallagher

Up comes my baby with a sleepy-eyed stare

I’m scared about what she wants to ask

I’ve been dodgy but I’m trying to be fair

If I am honest then maybe she’ll grasp

All these things I could be, you will see

All these things I could be, you will see

Under some trees we’re inside of a car

Heisting all our kisses like they’re works of art

In our own apartments 'cos we’re finally adults

But still we don’t act it and I’m coming apart

Can’t I just readjust, get your trust

Can’t I just readjust, get your trust

In comes the cold and out goes the old

Up with the new down with the mold

Bursting like the blisters on my feet on the road

I’m stuck at the border 'cos I don’t have the toll

I concede, I can fold, do as I’m told

I concede, I can fold, do as I’m told

Waking up from nightmares with the shivers and shakes

They weren’t even this bad when I was a baby

Critters 'round my crib, but the feeling of doom

Is not like being at your wedding and not being the groom

Oh lord, please, banish these thoughts from me

Oh lord, please, banish these thoughts from me

'Cos I’m crawling up through the dirt

Through the roots, through the wood, through the hurt

That I have bestowed

Upon my friends and the girl of my dreams

I’ve been caught and crushed and uncleaned

Since I let 'em go

But I’m rising from the grave

Rising to be saved

Rising so I can slave away

All my debt

Dead for a year

Dead for a year

There goes my baby with the painted-on smile

I wish I had one but I’m losing my sight

And I can’t see through all the paint and the piss

I can’t get past the that to the this

I never beg but now I am, friend to friend

I never beg but now I am, friend to friend

And this time it’s me with the sleepy-eyed stare

Pouting and doubting that she even cares

Her demands are different but I’m even more scared

Don’t say I deserve it 'cos I’m plenty aware

I’ve never been such a fool, I deserve to die

I’ve never been such a fool, I deserve to die

But I’m crawling up through the dirt

Through the roots, through the wood, through the hurt

That I have bestowed

Upon my friends and the girl of my dreams

I’ve been caught and crushed and uncleaned

Since I let 'em go

But I’m rising from the grave

Rising to be saved

Rising so I can slave away

All my debt

Dead for a year

Dead for a year

Dead for a year

Dead for a year

Dead for a year

Dead for a year

I was dead for a year