Secondhand Grave

We were bearing down on you
 A testament to all the Hell I put you through
 Now your wedding bells and Bowery maids
 The roses in your wedding braids
 Your cheap invitation
 There was a woman all in white
 Just a chord in a song
 That I'd been meaning to finish
 Stuffed beneath your presents
 And written in your minutes
 I can't forget it, only when you glow I know
 I'm lonely, I'm gonna break
 I was your slave, I was your slave
 When I see you lie awake
 In your secondhand grave
 I'll lie along the side of you
 And die along the side of you
 I'm just like the others
 And I tend to bother you
 It's me, it's me that you love
 Don't you get it? Just admit it
 It's me, it's me that you love
 Don't you get it? Just admit it