Mademoiselle X Writes a Letter Home

I drowned the day I learned to swim I guess that's just the ocean's whim My scoundrel's soul it will divide By the years of this mistaken life Oh, no, no, never Oh, oh, no, never, no more I was born on the day I died An infant's crib and a grave beside When the reaper comes I'll pack my things And on the ride he will teach me to sing Oh, no, no, never Oh, oh, no, never, no more The prairies, they will stroke our skin And everything will all begin Until then I am a stone of flesh Or a wall without pictures hung on it Oh, no, never, Oh, oh, no, never, no more I wish I thought I was deceased My heart would slip beneath the crease Of this wrinkled gown they make me wear Through the countless hours of the sittin' and the starin'