Alarm cuts the dark, same hour every day Her eyes on the poster, they never look away I light the candles, kneel on the worn-out rug Slide the ring on my finger, whisper “I do” like a drug Incense curls around her ears, plastic and divine Another morning married to a girl who ain’t alive Tail in the static, she twitches on the screen Same episode rolling, third time this week My Waifu! My Waifu! I carry her body everywhere the daylight goes Dakimakura pressed against my chest, soft and warm and cold My Waifu! My Waifu! Build the shrine, raise the army, stack the stones up high Her statue in the yard stares down with those same glass eyes Bag over my shoulder, pillow riding shotgun Cashier stares, I don’t care, she’s with me till the job’s done Loop the opening theme while I punch the clock Her voice in my headphones keeps the real world locked Back home I hammer steel, weld the frame just right Massive tail and whiskers rising in the moonlight My Waifu! My Waifu! I marry her each sunrise, slip the ring back on Dakimakura rides shotgun till the workday’s gone My Waifu! My Waifu! The army’s swelling bigger, more converts every day Her statue in the yard stares down with those same glass eyes Online I preach, the zealots start to swarm Basement shrines and pillow vows, another convert born We march in silence, plastic ears and printed tails An army of the broken, trading real life for the grail I marry her every sunrise, bury me every night One more statue, one more soldier, everything feels right… WATCH HER! LOVE HER! SHRINE HER! OWN HER! My Waifu… my Waifu… The screen never sleeps, the pillow never leaves Statues watch the highway, army breathes and believes I married the impossible, I built her throne of stone And every single day I drag her body home My Waifu… My Waifu… Tail wrapped around my throat… Never let me go…
