Wooden Crosses

Wooden crosses, roadside graves White crosses at the Gas n' Save Six million ways to come undone Six million ways and it takes only one Perverts lined up, the degradation arcade I haven't slept in forty days I dreamed that I called you, I wish I could call But mostly I dream about alcohol I saw you in your hospital bed I saw you in your wedding dress Memories squirm like a carpet of pythons They rise up to strike then they're gone Sweet gasoline, concrete island Blue Listerine truck-stop violence I built you this song out of dreams that expired I built you this song so you'll know that I'm tired Tired of dive bars and punk clubs and hotels Tired of strangers with questionable motives I don't want to be here and you don't want me here So let's all close our eyes and watch me disappear I'll disappear I saw you in your hospital bed I saw you in your wedding dress Memories squirm like a carpet of pythons They rise up to strike then they're gone