I would squirm like a worm still embodied Shake like the truth is shaken out I'm in like a garden snake Out with a venomous bite taking over you slow Sweet blood how you living? More salt, more olive oil Less time to boil off the garden soil You should be tasting the filth that i dragged in Let it sink into your skin You'll be thrown like a lover's stone Flat and smooth now you're gone Skipping over the goodbye Some might leave with a bad taste Some might taste good but be bad for you Some might stay for awhile Be absorbed into the pile Of the laundry you intend to be doing Once you run out of clean things Life's just a constant state of exploiting your fate Then skipping over the goodbyes Thrown like a lover's stone Flat and smooth Now i'm gone Skipping over the goodbye.