Let's Thin Out the Top

When I got home You were taking the horse out back I should have vomited Don't turn the cat into a rug You're doing it for me Take that line and go with it Christy was in the other room On your mother's linen couch Spitting out his baby teeth Here a while and I will sigh and scream inside And sing my songs And never die Seventeen deaths A penny for our thoughts On Franklin Boulevard You watched ballet and ran your fingers through my hair And fixed yourself a plate And killed your god for me The kids we threw into the pool Are getting dressed In violent burgundy Her blanket didn't hide your sigh Or keep your scream inside