Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Make your dress all wet and send it to me
Will you take off your dress and send it to me?
And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
Just wear that dress when you're dying
So spill your breakfast and drip your wine
Wipe it on your dress and send it to me
I miss your soup and I miss your bread
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
I put it on when I go lonely
P-I-X-I-E-S
Bloody your hands on a cactus tree
Run outside in the desert heat
I miss your kissin' and I miss your head
Just wishing that I had just something you wore
