Truck Bed Cherub (Elliott)
I saw an angel in a truck bed
When I was walking past your house
Haven't been up there since '06
When I used to run my mouth
Saying my favorite serial killers
Are the ones that just kill men
But I don't think it means anything
I think it's just coincidence
But maybe there is something to it
Something to the things we said
Crying, "Elliott, why'd you do it?"
With your face pressed in the bed
Maybe there is something to it
Something to the things we said
Crying, "Elliott, why'd you do it?"
Burning shrines down by the river bed
You drew mailboxes as a child
You said you always liked the shape
How it's exotic and familiar
Even when you're out of state
Now you're calling from Nebraska
To say the flatness freaks you out
You can see too far ahead
You just want time to slow down
But maybe there is something to it
Something to the things we said
Crying, "Elliott, why'd you do it?"
With your face pressed in the bed
Maybe there is something to it
Something to the things we said
Crying, "Elliott, why'd you do it?"
Burning shrines down by the river bed
You'll build a house down by the water
The spot where Cheney shot his friend
I always thought that was on purpose
But they called it an accident
And I don't believe it
I don't believe it
I don't believe it
I don't believe in that stuff anymore
When I was walking past your house
Haven't been up there since '06
When I used to run my mouth
Saying my favorite serial killers
Are the ones that just kill men
But I don't think it means anything
I think it's just coincidence
But maybe there is something to it
Something to the things we said
Crying, "Elliott, why'd you do it?"
With your face pressed in the bed
Maybe there is something to it
Something to the things we said
Crying, "Elliott, why'd you do it?"
Burning shrines down by the river bed
You drew mailboxes as a child
You said you always liked the shape
How it's exotic and familiar
Even when you're out of state
Now you're calling from Nebraska
To say the flatness freaks you out
You can see too far ahead
You just want time to slow down
But maybe there is something to it
Something to the things we said
Crying, "Elliott, why'd you do it?"
With your face pressed in the bed
Maybe there is something to it
Something to the things we said
Crying, "Elliott, why'd you do it?"
Burning shrines down by the river bed
You'll build a house down by the water
The spot where Cheney shot his friend
I always thought that was on purpose
But they called it an accident
And I don't believe it
I don't believe it
I don't believe it
I don't believe in that stuff anymore
Credits
Writer(s): Genevieve Poist
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