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 f*cking 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