Secondhand Grave

We were bearing down on you A testament to all the Hell I put you through Now your wedding bells and Bowery maids The roses in your wedding braids Your cheap invitation There was a woman all in white Just a chord in a song That I'd been meaning to finish Stuffed beneath your presents And written in your minutes I can't forget it, only when you glow I know I'm lonely, I'm gonna break I was your slave, I was your slave When I see you lie awake In your secondhand grave I'll lie along the side of you And die along the side of you I'm just like the others And I tend to bother you It's me, it's me that you love Don't you get it? Just admit it It's me, it's me that you love Don't you get it? Just admit it