Rotten friends

I walk, dragging along my friend's limp and heavy body    
We had a good time together though now he is dead
I hope he doesn't mind because this is how it always ends  
To make it up to him, he can sleep in my bed  
I'm in need of some company anyway  
   
All I have are souvenirs  
Their eyes and their teeth-- perfect memories, reminding me of all the fun we had  
   
Solitude is getting boring  
And life is becoming dull  
I would kill for some company right about now  
But instead, I find myself surrounded by the dead  
   
My head hurts  
And my feet ache  
I don't know how much longer I can keep these voices inside my head  
All of my friends are rotten, so I started talking to the corpses resting on my bed  
They don't talk much but they listen well  
So quiet and still, you won't hear a peep  
I swear the conversations we have keep me sane  
I don't know what I would do without them  
   
The hallways in my house are like a maze  
Empty frames hang on the walls and cover the scratches and the chipped paint  
When I get some free time I'll paint it all red  
Each shade from a different friend  
It'll be marvellous