I applied
And eventually they replied
Impeccable taste, such an unfortunate age
Getting this far took a long time
A car stolen properly, passport to poverty
I applied
Bride-to-be
For my benefit, marry me
Help me fill out my forms
Through the winter we’ll stay warm
We’ll claim the unclaimed
And patiently pay for it
Yearly with our lives
Dearly with our lives bride-to-be
Bury us, with shovel and bible fuss
Like the book that we’ve strummed
We’re dog-eared and well-thumbed
We don’t fold the pages
We know where our place is
A tree for a headstone
Roots grow through our bones
