Braille
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marksShe hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a godSo she named the baby ElvisTo make up for the royalty he lacked
And from then on it was turpentine and patchesFrom then on it was cold Campbell's from the canAnd 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 windowAnd she knew they were destined to become sacred road kill on the wayAnd she was listening to the sound of heavens shakingThinking about puddles and, puddles and mistakes
'Cause it's been turpentine and patchesIt's been cold, cold Campbell's from the canThey were just two jerks playing with matches'Cause that's all they knew how to playWhen they knew how to play
Elvis never could carry a tuneShe thought about this irony as she stared back at the moonShe was tracing the years with her fingers on her skinSaying why don't I begin again
With turpentine and patchesWith cold, cold Campbell's from the canAfter all I'm still a jerk playing with matchesIt's just that he's not around to play along, yeah
I'm still an asshole playing with candlesBlowing out wishes, blowing out dreamsJust sitting here and trying to decipher whatWhat's written in Braille upon my skin, oh yeahOn this skin
She was lying on the floor and counting stretchShe was lying on the floor and counting stretchShe was lying on the floor, lying, lying, lying and counting stretch