You're Dead

What the hell is your name?
And can you explain this mess?
It seems you’re playing a game
Where you only know how to take out the best
'Cause if assholes could fly
This place would be busier than O’Hare
There’s proof in the sky
It’s as thick as our skulls, yet it’s thinner than air
I have something to say
If the chip off your shoulder should fall to your chest
Get it off right away
'Cause if you don’t, then, it won’t be in peace that you rest
It’s just a matter of time
That we all go away to a better place, I’m told
It all sounds well and fine
But without you around, I feel nothing but cold
And I now have nothing
But your heartbeat in my head
And a photograph of my traveling friend
So what the hell is your name?
And can you explain this mess?
It seems you’re playing a game
Where you only know how to take out the best
'Cause if assholes could fly
This place would be busier than O’Hare
There’s proof in the sky
It’s as thin as our skulls, yet it’s thicker than air
And I now have nothing
But your heartbeat in my head
And a photograph of my traveling friend
And I became nothing
When I found out you were dead
When I found out I’d never see you again
And all the time they took talking in circles
To get them off the hook would take miracle workers
We’re nowhere near prepared
There’s no way of knowing
Why don’t they just admit they’re scared, 'cause it’s already showing
And I now have nothing
But your heartbeat in my head
And a photograph of my traveling friend
And I became nothing
When I found out you were dead
When I found out I’d never see you again