Graves and the Infinite Arm - Electric President

Dig yourself a hole and throw your asthma in

Throw the toys in after

Cover them with earth

Dig another hole and throw your conscience in

Drop your hiccups down

And arrange them well

Dig a deeper hole and bury all those words

Bury all the fangs

That they bared last night

Dig another one and put yourself inside

And close your eyes

It’s comfortable

Crawling through the house in darkness

Cause I’m looking for a blanket

Yeah, I’ve got another hole to fill now

Gotta keep them going

Gather clothes and books and photos

Gather anything of value

And I’ll cover them with dirt and compost

Make a place to lay my head

No light in this room

Just the glow from the oven

And the screech of their laughter is all you can hear

If you just close your eyes

You can pretend it’s heaven

We might be crooked now

But we’re even when we grow

If you catch yourself drifting

If your feet leave the ground

Warp your arms around a lamp post

Or just drift until you’re found

If you could see me now

We’d laugh yourself to stitches

We might be crooked now

But it doesn’t matter what we show

Cause we’ll be even when we grow