Braille

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks

She hadn't been a virgin an he hadn't been a God

So she named the baby Elvis

To make up for the royalty he lacked 

And from then on it was turpentine and patches

From then on it was cold Cambells form the can

And they were just two jerks playing with matches

Coz thats all they knew how to play

Elvis never could carry a tune

She thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon

She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin

Saying, well why don't I begin again

With turpentine and patches

And cold cold Cambells from the can

After all I'm still a jerk playing with matches

It's just that he's not around to play along

I'm still an asshole playing with candles

Blowing out wishes

Blowing out dreams

Just sitting here and trying to decipher 

Whats written in braille upon my skin

-Regina Spektor