(Yeah) Don’t look too close… Just dance. Morning tastes like neon and a sugar-burned kiss I practice being something I don’t want to miss My shadow wears my perfume, walks a step ahead Says “hold your head up, baby,” like a prayer I never said I keep a smile in my pocket, fold it up real neat Slip it on when the room gets hungry for the heat If you ask me how I’m doing, I’ll draw a perfect line And sign it with a sparkle so you never see the ink run dry I float through the noise like I’m made of glass If I stand too still, I might not last So I count the lights like rosary beads And let the rhythm do what I can’t speak ’Cause I’m a zombie, zombie Moving through your midnight like you made me, made me I learn your love in a borrowed skin Say my name and I’ll lean right in Call me zombie, zombie Sweet little fever when you taste me, taste me Hands in the air, heart on hush If you want me—don’t wake me up I’m a zombie (Cold glow, slow burn) (Back row, heads turn) (Stay close, don’t ask why) I’m fine— I’m fine— (right?) I wear my danger like a necklace on my throat Tilt my chin, let the spotlight write the note I can be your favorite rumor, be your lucky charm Make a cathedral out of nothing with a look that means no harm But under all the glitter, there’s a quiet little crime Stealing back my own name one second at a time If you touch my pulse, it’s playing somebody else’s song So hold me like a secret you can’t tell if it is wrong I float through the noise like I’m made of glass If I stand too still, I might not last So I count the lights like rosary beads And let the rhythm do what I can’t speak ’Cause I’m a zombie, zombie Moving through your midnight like you made me, made me I learn your love in a borrowed skin Say my name and I’ll lean right in Call me zombie, zombie Sweet little fever when you taste me, taste me Hands in the air, heart on hush If you want me—don’t wake me up I’m a zombie If I leave the porch light on, will you come back gentle? Or kick the door like you’ve always known the stencil I’ve been painting over cracks with a color you adore But the walls remember everything we’re covering them for So tell me something simple, like the sky is still the sky Hold my face between your hands and don’t ask me why I’m— Don’t wake me— don’t wake me— Don’t wake me up… Don’t wake me— don’t wake me— Just… turn it up. ’Cause I’m a zombie, zombie Spinning through your midnight and you love me, love me I learn your love in a borrowed skin Say my name and I’ll lean right in Call me zombie, zombie Sweet little fever when you taste me, taste me Hands in the air, heart on hush If you want me—don’t wake me up I’m a zombie When the room goes quiet… Promise you’ll forget the way you knew me.
