Rock, Slow tempo, emotional, Americana, country, Western, singer songwriter, Male vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, bass, drums, whistling
She walks mausoleums right beside him to please
His obsession with death now that theyre dying
He bought her a place next to celebrities with maids
And a car they cant seem to keep from crashing
He tells her hes running
Tells her hes running
For office
So just stand there looking pretty
Pretend that youve something to offer
She walks mausoleums with lilacs and leaves them
For strangers with her last name
Theyve all died from diseases that sound just like shes feeling
And all she can do now is wait
Oh if you found another
You called him your lover
And he called you babe
I wouldnt have any of it
Id steal you right back from him
And make him dig his own grave
Id make him dig his own grave