darling you have yet to hold me closenduring the war, with your heartni can see strait down your crooked teethnyou feel so dumb, mouth open largenyou've got exactly what I'm drinking fornndarling you can bet to see my ghostnup on the wall watching you eatnyeah its true i dream about you twongrinding my mouth losing my teethnyou are exactly what a night-mares for.ni'll night marry you.nnskipper i can barely swab the deck,nslipping around on fishes bonesncommonly i write more than i speak about our love with sticks and stonesni've seen you cast away this cast beforenand your casting spells againnndoctor I've got bandages and bloodsnplaces underneath my minute gunnfinally the funeral uniquento all my sins, there all long longnthey are exactly what this crying is fornthey are exactly what this dying is fornyou are exactly what I'm dying forn