Brown Hair in a Bird's Nest

Brown hair in a bird's nest
A pile of teeth under a tree
The frayed sleeves of a
Poorly tailored jacket
Another wasted night searching for life
Digging up graves 'cause I've
Got something to say to the dead and buried

You know how my mind, it drifts
A small boat lost at sea
Callow and rudderless to say the least

I swear on my mother's gravy that
I didn't lie to you
I was only, as usual, confused

It was wrong of me to curse
Your family's name and your faith
And an answering machine that I knew
You didn't know how to use
For how long must I lie awake?
For how many long nights shall
I keep digging up graves?

I swear on my mother's gravy that
I didn't lie to you
I just didn't tell the truth