She leaves her love songs loaded by the bedside She keeps her scars in six chambers
And crying, takes aim with a trembling hand
I left my goodbye in the dial tone
Sincerely cold

Goddamn these red lights
Get me out of this town
While every road still leads me home

I’ve worn this suit before
It fits me like the box I call
I call our bed
They won’t bury me if I still tear at the words
“Forеver yours”

I’ll dig myself a monument
A tеstimony to your panic
Six feet deep
An elegy delivered by the shovel in clay

(I cry to soften the dirt)
It’s the love behind your bullet wounds
The panic in your breath
(I cry to soften the dirt)
And she said, “I’m ready”
(I cry to soften the dirt)
But I wouldn’t want to wake her
I said, “it hurts to breathe”
She said, “it always will”
I’m gagging on decayed amends

Entombed in my fifty cent piece eyes
Will you find what you’re looking for
What the fuck are you afraid of?
It’s just my heart, It came with this suit

Some sigh and cry for love
Ah, but in Paris they die for love
Some waste away for love