Jesus Christ girl
What are people gonna think

When I show up to one of several funerals
I've attended for grandpa this week
With you, with me
Someone's got to help me dig
Someone's got to help me dig
Jesus Christ girl

It hasn't been long so it seems
Since I was picking out an island and a tomb for you
At the Hollywood cemetery
You kissed on me

We should let this dead guy sleep
We should let this dead guy sleep
Jesus Christ girl

I laid up for hours in a daze
Me tracing the expanse of your American back

With Adderall and **** in my veins

You came, I think

Cause the marble made my cheeks look pink
But I'm unsure of so many things

Someone's got to help me dig
Someone's got to help me dig
Someone's got to help me dig