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von missouri surf club

Tell him careful walking up the stairs
Those floorboards might not hold
You can blame it on the weather,
But your heart is frozen cold
Tell him your mouth′s covered in cobwebs,
They're stretching across your teeth
But he won′t seem to mind kissing you anyway

And he'll pull you straight from the coffin,
Same flower eyes, two graveside shots of whiskey
And he'll see that your bones are rotten,
When he′s inside you, how much skeleton can he see?

So when you gonna tell him?
That nothing grows in corpses,
There′s nothing he or anyone can do
When you gonna tell him?
Your skin can't hide black insides,
Oh, there′s nothing left
There's nothing left of you


And you′re gone,
And your bones are bleached by the sun,
And you're no good
When you gonna tell him, baby?
When you gonna tell him, baby?

Tell him careful waiting up for you,
Cause you don′t plan to stay,
Good wives don't speak their troubles,
So just drink your wine and pray
Tell him tainted isn't pretty and
Perfection ate you whole
Your pride like water in your lungs
Drowns all the words it stole

Clean hearts can′t be built on devotion,
Silver thread won′t make them new and never torn, no
Dead veins keep on singing to open,
But all he feels is that they're gonna keep his skin real warm

So when you gonna tell him?
That angels don′t fall easy,
There's nothing he or anyone can do
When you gonna tell him?
Your eyes can′t hide dead insides,
Oh there's nothing left
He′s still got hold of you


And you're gone,
And your bones are bleached by the sun,
And you're no good
When you gonna tell him, baby?
When you gonna tell him, baby?

When he finds out he′ll leave you outside
The birds will pick you clean again, whoa
You better pray he leaves you outside
For that little death you hoped for with the sun

No, nothing′s wrong
Nothing's wrong
Nothing′s wrong
Nothing's wrong
Nothing′s wrong
Nothing's wrong
Nothing′s wrong

So when you gonna tell him?
But you don't need to say it,
His lips are cracked and stained red just like yours
When you gonna tell him?
Every kiss you've given up
Just kills and makes you die a little more

And you′re gone
And your bones are bleached by the sun,
And you′re no good
You're no good (when you gonna tell him?)
You′re no good (that nothing grows in corpses, there's nothing he)
You′re no good (or anyone can do, when you gonna tell him?)
You're no good (your skin can′t hide black insides)
(Oh, there's nothing left, there's nothing left of you)
You′re no good, oh (when you gonna tell him?)
You′re no good (that angels don't fall easy, there′s nothing he)
You're no good (or anyone can do, when you gonna tell him?)
You′re no good (your eyes can't hide dead insides)
(Oh, there′s nothing left, he's still got hold of you)

The funeral's tomorrow, and he′ll be waiting.