Audrey Mills - Mausoleum

Melt me in your oven, baby
Microwave me down
Until I'm fit enough to sit
Inside your crowded house

I'm the sweat upon your brow
The spinach in your pan
I'm getting cold, so please just mold
Me with your weathered hands

Turn me in to what you want, cause all I want is you
I'm getting bored of my before
So make me over new
Chisel me away til' I belong in a museum
Keep on going til' I'm glowing for the mausoleum

Press me with your flowers, baby
Put me with the leaves
Until the faintest brush of breath shatters me into weeds
You're the popcorn in my teeth
The hair that coats my drain
The coffee dregs, the jello legs, the ribcage in the rain

Turn me in to what you want, cause all I want is you
I'm getting bored of my before
So make me over new
Chisel me away til' I belong in a museum
Keep on going til' I'm glowing for the mausoleum

Turn me in to what you want, cause all I want is you
Getting bored of my before, so make me over new
Turn me in to what you want, cause all I want is you
Getting bored of my before, so make me over new

Written by:
Audrey Mills

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