braille

And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking Thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes... Cause it's been turpentine and patches It's been cold, cold Campbell's from the can And they were just two jerks playing with matches Cause that's all they knew how to play Elvis never could carry a tune She thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin Saying, why don't I begin again. With turpentine and patches With cold, cold Campbell's from the can After all I'm still a jerk playing with matches It's just that he's not around to play along I'm still an ass hole playing with candles. Blowing out wishes blowing out dreams, Just sitting here and trying to decipher, What's written in Braille upon my skin...