Secondhand grave

We were bearing down on you
A testament to all the hell I put you through
Now your wedding bells
And bowery maids
The roses in your wedding braids
Your cheap invitation
There was a woman all in white
Just a chord in a song
That I'd been meaning to finish
Stuffed beneath your presents
And written in your minutes
I can't forget it
Only when you glow I know
I'm lonely
I'm gonna break
I was your slave
I was your slave
When I see you lie awake
In your secondhand grave
I'll lie along the side of you
And die along the side of you
I'm just like the others
And I tend to bother you
It's me, it's me that you love
Don't you get it?
Just admit it
It's me, it's me that you love
Don't you get it?
Just admit it