Braille

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks

She hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god

so she named the baby Elvis

to make up for the royalty he lacked

And from then on it was turpentine and patches

From then on it was cold Campbell's from the can

They were just two jerks playing with matches

'Cause that's all they knew how to play

And it was raining cats and dogs outside of her window

And she knew they'd be destined to become

sacred roadkill on the way

And she was listening to the sound of heaven shaking

thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes

'Cause it's been turpentine and patches

It's been cold, cold Campbell's from the can

And they were just two jerks playing with matches

'Cause that's all they knew how to play

What they knew how to play

Elvis never could carry a tune

and she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon

She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin saying,

Well, why don't I begin again

with turpentine and patches

with cold, cold Campbell's from the can

After all I'm still a jerk playing with matches

It's just that he's not around to play along

yeah, I'm still an asshole playing with candles

Blowing out wishes, blowing out dreams

Just sitting here and trying to decipher what's written in Braille upon my skin

this skin...

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch...

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch...

She was lying on the floor lying, lying...

counting stretch....