There's a big old clock standing above the door to [?]'s funeral home
You bet it was a rolling stone
It came to a rest
Gathered no moss
Covered in soot
Bouncing across another bridge you burned
I'm glad that you're happy now in Connecticut
We talked the other night
And I could tell you had enough of it
But what I really wanted to say
Is that I
I love you for the way you leaned into the changes in your life
Yeah you are my
Hoppin' [?]

If there's some truth to be known
It'll be known
But in the end it's alright
Each other's lies

My nails keep growing
I get busy and I forget to call you
I got to dance, threw up
From cheap beer and cigarettes
But what I really wanted to say
Is that I
I love you for the way you leaned into the changes in your life
Yeah you are my

You are the beauty queen
Now rip your talons clean
You are the beauty queen
You left piss on the seat