And She's Come for My Head

I invented a monster And I named her Francesca But I think Francesca is dead I woke up this morning And I couldn't feel her in my bed Good riddance, I guess I mean she was a mean old fucking mess But sometimes I liked the way she'd make me dress But if Francesca is dead I'm still bound to her by thread Whose idea was this? Coffins made out of sticks So easy to break and so hard to fix I'm scared Francesca's not dead Cuz I keep thinking her thoughts instead of my own And every night I dream that she wakes up and screams, "I've been buried alive." I underestimated her will to survive Francesca is a vampire She's joined the vengeful undead I invented a monster And she's come for my head