I'm in outer space I'm in outer space Haven't felt awake since the Hardware City days Why'd they have to close that place? We could eat spaghetti together We could have a picnic Are you into sandwiches? I'll be sure to bring a blanket It will be the coziest, it will I'm a zombie I'm a zombie Convinced I have been since the age of twenty I have no personality We could eat spaghetti together Doesn't it sound so lovely? And play vampires until the sun comes up If you"re comfortable being the dessert You can be mine, and I can be yours I can be your leftovers