All the pets I've buried Just wanted me to know Sometimes it's okay To let a good thing go Wrap you in yarn and gra** Embalm you with milk Lay you to rest In cardboard lined with silk Wild fires have been eating you Inside of my head Trying to smoke you out Or burn you alive in it
This time please just stay dead This living room memorial Doesn't bear a name I guess I can't blame you But I hate you all the same I wear your homemade tattoos All over my skin You put your cigarettes out on me They're still sinking in