Called to see 
If your back 
was still aligned 
And your sheets
Were growing grass 
All on the corners of your bed

But you've got too much to wear 
On your sleeves
That has too much to do with me
And secretly 
I want to bury in the yard
The grey remains of a friendship scarred

You told us of your new life there 
you got [bad word] round
Gluing tinsel to your crown 
He's got you talking pretty loud 

You berate remember 
Your ailing heart and your criminal eyes 
You say you're still in love
If it's [bad word]  what can be done?
It's hard to leave all these moments behind

Called to see 
If your back 
Was still aligned 
And your sheets
Were growing grass 
All on the corners of your bed

But you've got too much to wear 
On your sleeves
That has too much to do with me
And secretly 
I want to bury in the yard
The grey remains of a friendship scarred

You tested your mettle 
On doe skin and petals
While kissing the lipless
Who bleed all the sweetness away