"Zombie Lovers"

Dead People.
Zombie Lovers.
Emotional Infants.
I loved.
18+4. I counselled and yet still bled.
So OK.
18+4. I learned and knew Enough had been said.

I know I'm not the only one out there.
She is waiting too, somewhere.
I wait.
Oh this is so nice and so unexpected.
But I can see my heart just isn't interested.
I wait.
She is waiting too, somewhere.
Another shows me how to grow,
And yet even I can tell, oh Hell no.
I wait.
She is waiting too, somewhere.
Another and I lose my head, but she's unclear and full of dread.
It's 18+4 all over again, and so finally I'm grateful for the pain.

And still I return to the wait.

There's another now,
My soul opens and I know it isn't too late.
This time I know what to say,
And so the romance we play.

She smiles. Her smile is so bright.
And as we talk her soul feels so light.
No zombie lover who can't escape the game.
She takes my hand, while I'm thinking the same.
Yes. Finally this is completely sane.