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   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'd be destined to become   sacred roadkill on the way   And she was listening to the sound of heaven shaking   thinking about puddles, 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   What 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 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 what's written in Braille upon my skin   this skin...      She was lying on the floor and counting stretch...   She was lying on the floor and counting stretch...   She was lying on the floor lying, lying...   counting stretch....