and i recall swearing on every mother's grave i wouldnt write this song
but i cant help it when you drink just to get sick
and throw up all those put downs that come from your mouth

my insides are congested
and you are the wrecked car
the one that caused the traffic
a stand still that stills
the movement of my heart

youre a plane missing a wing
again i watched you spin until you hit
where your words buried me
and the earth crushed my body

my chest is a piano i breathe
and my ribs play my heart strings slowly
and the dirt, the composer so brilliant
funny how the best songs always come from him

just say something to unearth me
say one thing to unearth me

if the idea of you and i was something more concrete an old building
i would surely be the ivy and i would cling to it

when i dream of us i always see pins in our necks
i see a doctor and he says
yeah he swears we're not monsters
oh doctor, i beg to differ