i m split open waiting for no one don t have a way to survive it s not your love that i m unsure of i never wanted to die but oh the last picture show that has ever returned us take our picture so that we know that you ve heard of us and burned us you think it s easy feeling queasy and never sleeping at night every so often step from my coffin and mama that isn t right i don t have the wisdom to try to rise up like a phoenix and paint my face white i act like i m dressed out of time and creep like a ghost that s on fire but oh the last picture show that has ever returned us take our picture so that we know that you ve heard of us this room s a cancelled show that has buried and burned us what if you re just a clone a bag of bones and buttons the sound it splinters so much it turns into dust like the last picture show that has ever returned us and burned us