Lyric Mail Order Girlfriend

My mail order girlfriend doesn t write anymore
Her pens must be empty her hand has grown sore
Cross examine the postman
Nothing but junk mail

Day I day out same old thing
Day in day out

I ll laugh out the window and wear my cocoon
When nobody listens like the man in the moon
It s all very hopeless
This unbearable opus I sing

Patient
So patient

Just like a coma tell me when its over
Just like a coma
Just like a coma tell me when its over
Just like a coma
Its over I feel it
She ll never come visit

I ll waste in my brain dead daze to no end
Through pages and pages of utter nonsense
My heart like a pulsar squeals like a squad car

Chorus

Just like a coma tell me when its over
Just like a coma
Just like a coma tell me when its over
Just like a coma
Its over I feel it
She ll never come visit
Its over I feel it
She ll never come visit