Can't You See We've Got a Good Thing Here?

People bring me casseroles and pray for has a mortal soul. They think I'm in widows' weeds, but pity's the last thing I need. Since the day they told me he was gone, haunting faithful, dust will dawn. Can't you see we've got a good thing here? Run my fingers through her head, she turns around. There's nothing there, wrap arms around the sea, baby. Don't talk to me, your death to us apart. Squeeze us, we're shitting, beating hard. Candles flicker, shandling. My lovers disembodied so makes me so happy now. When I died upon that cold cold night