Regina Spektor

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
she hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
so she names 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 Campbell's from the can
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play
And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window
And she knew they were destined to become
sacred road kill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes
Cause it's been turpentine and patches