I Kept Your Teeth in a Jar By My Be

I have a jar of your precious things
Full of your smiles and your scent and your dead skin
The petals of the flowers that you picked on the green
And the hair that you had growing round in my sink

You think I'm obsessed
I'm not ashamed
It's naturally
Some beauty

Before she left
I cut into shreds
I sewed them all together, now they rest on my bed
Yeah, my sheets when I sleep
They put your dreams in my head
My sheets when I sleep
They keep me locked in my head

You think I'm obsessed
I'm not ashamеd
It's naturally
Some beauty