Braille

[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

And from then on, it was turpentine and patches

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

And they were just two jerks playing with matches

'Cause that's all they knew how to play, hey

[Verse 2]

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 poodles and puddles, and mistakes

[Chorus]

'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, hey

La-la-la-la-la, nah-nah, uh, what they

What they knew how to play

Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

[Verse 3]

Elvis never could carry a tune

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, well

What's written in braille upon my skin"

La-la-la-la-la, nah-nah, uh, all this skin

Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

[Outro]

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch

She was lying on the floor, l-l-lying, l-l-la-la, lying

And counting stretch