With cold, cold Campbell's from the can
When they knew how to play
It's been cold, cold Campbell's from the can
What's written in Braille upon my skin, oh yeah
After all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
And it was raining cats and dogs outside of her window
Blowing out wishes, blowing out dreams
She thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
'Cause it's been turpentine and patches
Thinking about puddles and, puddles and mistakes
Just sitting here and trying to decipher what
With turpentine and patches
On this skin
She was tracing the years with her fingers on her skin
Saying why don't I begin again
Elvis never could carry a tune
I'm still an asshole playing with candles
So she named the baby Elvis
'Cause that's all they knew how to play
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
They were just two jerks playing with matches
'Cause that's all they knew how to play
And she knew they were destined to become sacred road kill on the way
It's just that he's not around to play along, yeah
And from then on it was turpentine and patches
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch
To make up for the royalty he lacked
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch
From then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
