Lyrics:

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, hey

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 poodles and 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, hey
La-la-la-la-la, nah-nah, uh, what they
What they knew how to play
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

Elvis never could carry a tune
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, well
What's written in braille upon my skin'
La-la-la-la-la, nah-nah, uh, all this skin
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch
She was lying on the floor, l-l-lying, l-l-la-la, lying
And counting stretch