Lazarus wasn’t grateful for his

Lazarus wasn’t grateful for his second wind
for another chance to watch his chances fade like the dawn
and me: I can barely tell you just how pale I get without you.

I’ve been a mess since you’ve been gone

What were the first words that the crowd heard him speak?
I bet he was cursing at the sky
I bet he wasn’t turning no other cheek
but was there still hope and desire left in his heart for the last word in love?

I’ve been a mess since you’ve been gone

Your beauty is just a slap in the face that’s gonna bring me back to life
back to another sky that’s blue
it’s gonna turn me into another great American zombie
so hungry for you

I’ve been a mess since you’ve been gone

American Music Club: I’ve Been A Mess.
Catches my mood really well.