Trick and treat me, honey,
shake all my bones funny,
cause that’s all I am anymore,
a moonlight marionette,
an ivory toothpick terror.

I rose again, undead, to pull
the flowers placed at my head
and put’em at the foot of her
soil stuffed bed. Here lies a gentleman

I’d give her my heart if I still had it.

She’s the crush harder than the
truck was, who loved these limbs
louder than the tires did, and if I
were to die 10,000 more times,
I wouldn’t mind if she’s still
along for the ride, sittin’ shotgun
through the guardrails.

I’ll double my toil for her trouble,
wander this cemetery, scary, without
a breath left to carry me, show those livin’
you can walk forever, and love even longer.