Lyrics:

That night he hurt you bad
In that green, pastel
Summer dress
You'd die alone with the land
A hollow head in its hands
But everybody does that
But with particular scorn,
In polyurethane form,
Freeze dried, stuff to the brim

- Preservation

Hide in our hideous masks
Your daddy's shitty
Shake grass
I told you I couldn't see it
A monument of pills,
Grocery lists, telephone bills,
Pamphlets dollar
Store trinkets

- Preservation

But if that was how you put
It, and if you ever willed it,
I would embroider you
In disaffected kisses, in
Bleach reticent sunsets,
Soldered animal glue

A hand too heavy to hold
Lips that won't
Do what they're told
How do we ever begin it?
How do we grow old?