we might be crooked now..

graves & the infinite arm/
dig yourself a hole throw your asthma in
throw the toys in after.. cover them with earth
dig another hole and throw your conscience in
drop your hiccups down
and arrange them well
dig a deeper hole and bury all those words
bury all the fangs that they bared last night
dig another one and put yourself inside
and just close your eyes.. it's comfortable
crawling through the house in the darkness 
'cause i'm looking for a blanket
yeah i've got another hole to fill now
gotta keep them going
gather clothes and books and photos
gather anything of value
and i'll cover them with dirt and compost
make a place to lay my head
no light in this room
just the glow
from the oven
and the screech of
their laughter is all
that you can hear
if you just close your eyes
(you can pretend it's heaven)
we might be crooked now
but we're even when we grow
if you catch yourself drifting
if your feet leave the ground
wrap your arms around a lamppost
or just drift until you're found
if you could see me now
you'd laugh yourself to stitches
we might be crooked now
but it doesn't matter what we show
because we'll be even when we grow...