If I were you, I'd change my name   Live in a pumpkin field in Maine   And hang a rotting roller coaster   From a treeline near my house   And every other early morning   I'd feed apples to the birds   That visit me from time to time   When their beaks wish to speak with mine   And maybe if you were me   You'd come and sleep next to me   And we could gargle on the roof   While plucking bow ties from our hair   And if I were you I wonder   If you know just how much I love you   When I left your body and returned to mine