[VERSE 1] I found it underneath the bed, wrapped in somebody else's coat. The first page said, “January third. Still alive. Still broke.” Nothing tragic. Nothing strange. Just weather, work, and somebody's name. [PRE-CHORUS] Then the handwriting changed, but the date stayed the same. One sentence underneath it said: “Somebody's reading this.” [CHORUS] Dead man's diary, written in a stranger's hand. Dead man's diary, I don't think he ever planned for someone like me to turn another page. Funny how the dead still have something left to say. [VERSE 2] He hated Sunday mornings. He hated photographs. He kept his curtains closed and never trusted clocks. He wrote about a little room at the end of the hall. I don't remember telling him there was a room at all. [PRE-CHORUS] Then underneath the paragraph, in ink that's almost dry: “Don't look behind the door.” [CHORUS] Dead man's diary, written in a stranger's hand. Dead man's diary, I don't think he ever planned for someone like me to turn another page. Funny how the dead still have something left to say. [POST-CHORUS] Read it. Read it. Tell me what you see. Read it. Read it. Why does he know me? [VERSE 3] The next page mentioned my coat. The one I'm wearing now. The next one mentioned the window. The one I'm standing by. Then came a little drawing of the room I'm sitting in. Underneath it: “Stop reading.” [BRIDGE] I laughed. Of course I laughed. What else was I supposed to do? Then I heard the floorboards creak upstairs. The final page was dated tomorrow. It said: “Tonight, he'll find the diary.” [FINAL CHORUS] Dead man's diary, written in a stranger's hand. Dead man's diary, I finally understand. Every page was waiting. Every word was meant for me. Funny how the dead know exactly what you'll read. [FINAL CHORUS VARIATION] Dead man's diary, now I know why it was hidden. Dead man's diary— I think I've already written the last page. [OUTRO] Tomorrow.
