Kissing the Lipless by the Shins

Called to see if your back was still aligned,
And your sheets were growing grass
All on the corners of your bed.

But you've got too much to wear on your sleeves.
It has too much to do with me,
And secretly and want to bury in the yard
The grey remains of a friendship scarred.

You told us of your new life there.
You got someone comin' around,
Gluing tinsel to your crown.
He's got you talking pretty loud.

You berate remember
Your ailing heart and your criminal eyes.
You say your still in love.
If it's true what can be done?
It's hard to leave all those moments behind.

You tested your metal
Of doe's skin and petals,
While kissing the lipless
Who bleed all the sweetness
Away...