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
And 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 were destined to become
Sacred road kill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heaven shaking
Thinking about poodles, poodles and mistakes
'Cause it's been turpentine and patches
It's been cold, cold Campbell's from the can
They were just two jerks playing with matches
'Cause that's all they knew how to play
Oh 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 the years with her fingers on her skin
Saying 'why don't I begin again?'
With turpentine and patches
With 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
I'm still an asshole playing with matches
Blowing out wishes, blowing out dreams
Just sitting here trying to decipher
what's written in braille upon my skin
All this skin...

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch [2x]
She was lying in the floor, lying, ly-ly-lying
and counting stretch