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'

I catch every whisper Surrounding your head You got the look of a poor girl wondering Where she will sleep tonight Am I a fool to let you in You said it would all work out and everything will be the same Someday soon I followed willing just staring a