Everyone Was Dead

We kissed and everyone was dead
Their ghosts watched our lips meet for the first time that day
Each time we kissed it brought more ghosts
The third time was when we knew everyone was really dead
We saw your first grade teacher,
And the guy who works Saturday nights at the McDonald's on First

You told me that our kissing was a way for them to see the light,
That it was so beautiful they couldn't help but watch

So I pulled you in and kissed you again and again,
Hoping to attract as many ghosts as possible
I want them all to see how much I love you