Mausoleum

Melt me in your oven, baby Microwave me down Until I'm fit enough to sit Inside your crowded house I'm the sweat upon your brow The spinach in your pan I'm getting cold, so please just mold Me with your weathered hands Turn me in to what you want, cause all I want is you I'm getting bored of my before So make me over new Chisel me away til' I belong in a museum Keep on going til' I'm glowing for the mausoleum Press me with your flowers, baby Put me with the leaves Until the faintest brush of breath shatters me into weeds You're the popcorn in my teeth The hair that coats my drain The coffee dregs, the jello legs, the ribcage in the rain Turn me in to what you want, cause all I want is you I'm getting bored of my before So make me over new Chisel me away til' I belong in a museum Keep on going til' I'm glowing for the mausoleum Turn me in to what you want, cause all I want is you Getting bored of my before, so make me over new Turn me in to what you want, cause all I want is you Getting bored of my before, so make me over new