[Verse 1]
Cages and cases
Of starving birds and dead things
No longer look anything like they did
When they'd been living

[Chorus]
The things you love you put into cement
In order to keep them they have to be dead
You think that he's yours but it's only in your head
His coffin is not your arms, his grave is not your bed

[Verse 2]
Lockets and caskets
Full of garbage and ashes
Nothing but collections of nothing
You've been protecting

[Chorus]
The things you love you put into cement
In order to keep them they have to be dead
You think that he's yours but it's only in your head
His coffin is not your arms, his grave is not your bed

[Verse 3]
Taking baths in concrete
Harbor a love for things that don't exist
Try to set them into stone
But you can't, he's made of bones and flesh
[Chorus]
The things you love you put into cement
In order to keep them they have to be dead
You think that he's yours but it's only in your head
His coffin is not your arms, his grave is not your bed