Dig yourself a hole and throw your asthma in.
Throw the toys in after,
Cover them with earth.

Dig another hole and throw, your conscience in.
Drop your hiccups down
And arrange them well.

Dig a deeper hole and bury all those words,
Bury all the fangs
That they bared last night.

Dig another one and put yourself inside.
And close your eyes,
It's comfortable.

Crawling through the house in darkness,
Cause I'm looking for a blanket.
Yeah, I've got another hole to fill now.
Gotta keep them going.
Gather clothes and books and photos,
Gather anything of value,
And I'll cover them with dirt and compost.
Make a place to lay my head.

No light in this room,
Just the glow from the oven,
And the screech of their laughter is all you can hear.
If you just close your eyes
You can pretend it's heaven.
We might be crooked now
But we're even when we grow.

If you catch yourself drifting,
If your feet leave the ground,
Warp your arms around a lamp post
Or just drift until you're found.
If you could see me now
We'd laugh yourself to stitches.
We might be crooked now
But it doesn't matter what we show
Cause we'll be even when we grow.