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
 
 And from then on it was turpentine and patches
 From then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
 They were just two jerks playing with matches
 'Cause that's all they knew how to play
 
 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 puddles, puddles and mistakes
 
 '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
 What they knew how to play
 
 Elvis never could carry a tune
 and 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 what's written in Braille upon my skin
 this skin...
 
 She was lying on the floor and counting stretch...
 She was lying on the floor and counting stretch...
 She was lying on the floor lying, lying...
 counting stretch....