And he keeps her teeth in a jar in the sun on the windowsillnOne tooth for every year he's been alonenAnd he bites and he screams and he scratches and he cackles in his sleepnBut there's no one there to hear itnA tooth for every year he's been alonennAnd his closest friend is the woman from the talking clocknAt the tone the time will be 3:15nWhy the fuck aren't you going to bed?nAnd he cries in his sleepnBut there's no one left around to hear itnSo he screams to himself insteadnThere's dust in my eyenDon't you know I'm going blind?nIt puts strain on my eyesnI'm not crying, y'knownnAnd her eyes are sewn shutnAnd her fingernails are falling offnAnd the edges of her mouth have started to rotnI don't want to get much oldernI don't want to grow into someone you wouldn't wantnnSaint Catherine smiles through gritted teethnYou're spitting on your own grave, sonnYou're cheating in your own game, sonnGet some sleepnnAnd his mouth tastes of ginnAnd his hands smell of cigarettesnAnd his heart bleeds for CatherinennAnd you bite and you scream and you scratch and you cackle with a knife in your pretty spinenAnd the dust of her pale white skin that she left behindn