Wooden Crosses

Wooden crosses, roadside graves
White crosses at the Gas n' Save
Six million ways to come undone
Six million ways and it takes only one

Perverts lined up, the degradation arcade
I haven't slept in forty days
I dreamed that I called you, I wish I could call
But mostly I dream about alcohol

I saw you in your hospital bed
I saw you in your wedding dress
Memories squirm like a carpet of pythons
They rise up to strike then they're gone

Sweet gasoline, concrete island
Blue Listerine truck-stop violence
I built you this song out of dreams that expired
I built you this song so you'll know that I'm tired
Tired of dive bars and punk clubs and hotels
Tired of strangers with questionable motives
I don't want to be here and you don't want me here
So let's all close our eyes and watch me disappear
I'll disappear

I saw you in your hospital bed
I saw you in your wedding dress
Memories squirm like a carpet of pythons
They rise up to strike then they're gone