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