Grave Situation, Pt. 2

See my skin peel away right off of my head Look at my cheeks all pulpy and red They're the same cheeks you kissed when I was a kid So long, so long ago See my little shriveled hands like the claws of a bird I know it sounds crazy, I know it seems absurd But they're the same hands that touched you and drove you insane So long, so long ago These bones: take them in your arms This skin: touch it one more time I may be dead, but you're still mine See my curled up lips pucker up for a kiss See my brittle little hips, see my bony fingertips These same fingers were crossed when I said 'til death do us part' So long, so long ago Look at my hair It's out of control, it keeps growing and growing and Lord, my soul Is trapped in this box and I can't do nothing I'm down in this hole My eyes may be gone But I can still hear every word you whisper in some other ear But soon you'll be down here and we'll be together again These bones: take them in your arms This skin: touch it one more time I may be dead, but you're still mine I may be dead, but you're still mine