Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that i had just something you wore
I put it on when i go lonely
Will you take off your dress and send it to me?
I miss your kissin’ and i miss your head
And a letter in your writing doesn’t mean you’re not dead
Run outside in the desert heat
Make your dress all wet and send it to me
I miss your soup and i miss your bread
And a letter in your writing doesn’t mean you’re not dead
So spill your breakfast and drip your wine
Just wear that dress when you’re dying
P i x i e s
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that i had just something you wore
Bloody your hands on a cactus tree
Wipe it on your dress and send it to me
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that i had just something you wore