Oh, to think without you in my mind
My reflection holds a ghost that looks like you
No difference if I'm living or I've died
'Cause either way I'm still being controlled by you
Holding by my breath like I'm a marionette
Being but a vessel for a word that you've said
And when I close my eyes a funeral is in my head
The lights are off its getting cold
Its just a shadow puppet from your hand
Staring at the TV, at the static
A helping hand appears in my near view
I reach forward, but as I try to grab it
I punch a hole right though the nightly news
Driving through the midwest
The passenger seat flew through the door
And even though you crashed it
Still I blame myself for it all
'Cause even in my death I'll be your marionette
This cave in an illusion for a play that you've set
And as you take your bow I hang myself from my head
The lights go up, the room applauds
'Cause maybe even that was in your script