Braille

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 And 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 heavens shaking Thinking about poodles and 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 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... "All 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, l-l-lying, l-l-ly... lying And counting stretch

Braille

Ella estaba en el suelo y contando estrias no ha sido virgen y el no ha sido un dios entonces ella le puso al bebe elvis para ponerle la realeza que a el le faltaba porque son aguarras y parches y desde entonces estaba la campana fria de la lata y eran dos idiotas jugando con cerillos porque eso es a lo que sabian jugar y estaba lloviendo extremadamente a fuera en su ventana y ella sabia que estaban destinados a convertirse en animales atropellados y ella estaba escuchando el sonido de los cielos sacudirse pensando en caniches y charcos y errores porque son aguarras y parches y desde entonces estaba la campana fria de la lata y eran dos idiotas jugando con cerillos porque eso es a lo que sabian jugar lo que sabian a como jugar... elvis nunca cargo una tonada ella pense en esta ironia mientras miraba a la luna ella estaba trazandola por años con sus dedos en su piel diciendo, bueno, porque no empiezo de nuevo con aguarras y parches? con frio, camapana fria de la lata? despues de todo, sigo siendo una idiota jugando con cerillos es solo que el ya no esta mas para jugar si, sigo siendo una idiota jugando con velas soplando deseos, soplanso sueños solo sentada aqui e intentando decrifrar lo que esta escrito en braille sobre mi piel toda mi piel Ella estaba en el suelo y contando estrias Ella estaba en el suelo y contando estrias Ella estaba en el suelo y contando estrias, estaba ahi en el suelo y contando estrias