When I asked about your poor bodies,   "Were they murderous too?"   You said it hadn't any bearing   upon the likes of me and you   So we buried them to neck height   And we kicked off all their heads   Funny little questions, better left, better never ever said      So I asked about your dead mother   "Was she beautiful too?"   "Just a little bit warmer,   Than the likes of me and you"   Well I'm no F. Scott Fitgerald   But I know a champagne birth   So was she light or heavy headed   When she delivered you her word      I asked if you were lonely   you said it didn't matter   these are old emotions,   We need to bury them and leave them   Move on to something new   We need to bury them and leave them   Like I'm leaving you      So if it's making everybody happy   Writing songs about shit   Well I know i'm not supposed to be serious about it, but I'm serious about it   But I don't wanna find no backdoor   And I don't want to feel no other's arms   But if the stuff comes better when I'm on my own   Then I'll make it so I'm on my own      You asked me if I'm lonely   But I guess it doesn't matter   It's an old emotion   I need to bury them and leave them all      If I'm the last romantic here   And I grow old   You were the first sign of panic   But then I tremble at the sight of you   And all the things that fortify me   Are all the things that petrify you   And so you bury them and leave them   And I dig them up anew   I only asked if you were lonely   And you said it didn't matter   These are old emotions   We need to bury them and leave them   Move on to something new   We need to bury them and leave them   Little bodies in the backyard   We need to bury them and leave them   Like I'm leaving you