Middle Names

Well who knows why he was born with octopus arms
Marshmallow collarbones and a mouth full of mud
'Cause his head's heavy with dirt
And his heart's just a balled up old t-shirt

Well who knows why she was born with burlap for hair
Laughin' as Lafayette caught wind of her dust, oh
Sure, that is until she burned, burned out on Nashville
Well, well who needs it?
You can sublease it

Let's trade a pint of blood and run inside each other
And on three, say your middle name
Let's numb these stomach flutters (go)

Neat rows of dominoes aren't takin' the fall
Cough, cough, who tipped him off
While we set him up?

Was it that cop in the parking garage
I thought we wouldn't get caught in?
But we made it out
Makin' out

Let's trade a pint of blood and occupy each other
Babe, if you wanna see me play
Well, you're never payin' cover

And we might never get it together
Get it together
But you look more like your middle name
Sing it, Billy Jean's my lover
Billy Jean
Billy Jean
Billy Jean
Billy Jean
Billy Jean
Billy Jean

So why, why take it slow
When your eyes, your eyes are just windows
And standing still on the sill of your skull
Everything's fine, just open the blinds
It's our window of time