If I were you, I'd change my name Live in a pumpkin field in Maine And hang a rotting roller coaster From a treeline near my house And every other early morning I'd feed apples to the birds That visit me from time to time When their beaks wish to speak with mine And maybe if you were me You'd come and sleep next to me And we could gargle on the roof While plucking bow ties from our hair And if I were you I wonder If you know just how much I love you When I left your body and returned to mine