i’ve kept you in my pocket
with a toothbrush and a tone
your joints pulled out of socket
what a tangled mess of bone
but we are we
and she is she
an undertaker thief
your mouth explodes with lovers
a four and twenty count
i float above and hover
by a lace you pull me down
but we are we
and she is she
an undertaker thief
the days grow short
the nights get tall
our swollen eyes can’t lie
with bone-dry souls
you have to ask
how we even stay alive
still we are we
and she is she
the undertaker thief
