Graveyard Blues

I’m on the run from Maryland
My Mazda full of skeletons
And I’ll find a place, we’ll all move in
Give it a year, do it again
Did I catch you at a bad time?
There’s a Blood Moon out and not a cloud in sight
But you said you weren’t feeling right
And not much more
Whisper a question, then make me ask it
You can be the case and I’ll be the basket
Five speed thoughts, but talking’s automatic
You need a chaperone, I need a casket
You know I always love a ride in a hearse
I’ll sit in shotgun if I don’t die first
Yeah, every time I try to talk to you
I get like this, I get the graveyard blues
I stop believing in the friend-zone
I know some things about you that your closest friends don’t
Love to meet your parents, but I’d hate to go to Fresno
Looks like you’re still going, I’m going to be a no-show
Whisper a question, then make me ask it
You can be the case and I’ll be the basket
Five speed thoughts, but talking’s automatic
You need a chaperone, I need a casket
You know I always love a ride in a hearse
I’ll sit in shotgun if I don’t die first
Yeah, every time I try to talk to you
I get like this, I get the graveyard blues
Whisper a question, then make me ask it
You can be the case and I’ll be the basket
Five speed thoughts, but talking’s automatic
You need a chaperone, I need a casket
On her birthday, she got Cassidy and I a guitar
And I notice, um, she’s feeling good about it