And he keeps her teeth in a jar in the sun on the windowsill   One tooth for every year he's been alone   And he bites and he screams and he scratches and he cackles in his sleep   But there's no one there to hear it   A tooth for every year he's been alone      And his closest friend is the woman from the talking clock   At the tone the time will be 3:15   Why the fuck aren't you going to bed?   And he cries in his sleep   But there's no one left around to hear it   So he screams to himself instead   "There's dust in my eye   Don't you know I'm going blind?   It puts strain on my eyes   I'm not crying, y'know"      And her eyes are sewn shut   And her fingernails are falling off   And the edges of her mouth have started to rot   I don't want to get much older   I don't want to grow into someone you wouldn't want      Saint Catherine smiles through gritted teeth   "You're spitting on your own grave, son   You're cheating in your own game, son   Get some sleep"      And his mouth tastes of gin   And his hands smell of cigarettes   And his heart bleeds for Catherine      And you bite and you scream and you scratch and you cackle with a knife in your pretty spine   And the dust of her pale white skin that she left behind