Stray Dog Song

At night ur grandmother dies on a bed of chamomile
And the virgin Mary stuck her head out from the wall and it scared u
So u cried by floral bedside until the telephone rang in the next room
It was 666 from a soldier who was hysterical on a toilet seat
And u could tell he was good
Looking just by the way that he would speak
And u both sob like little cherries being crushed between my fingers

I drop the pits on tile floors and they echo like a tongueless mouth
I tried to speak I swear to god
I wish I were ur stray dog eating scraps of
Meat u gave me because u saw my ribs and I was dirty
Eating scraps of meat u gave me because u saw my ribs and I was dirty
I wish I were ur stray dog roaming aimlessly around the city.