Shiny Tin
I wrapped you up in shiny tin,
And said, ”Let’s marry” on a whim,
I made a threshold from white dust,
And carried you across with lust,
We fell in love or so we thought,
It didn’t matter if we fought,
The ties that bind do come in bags,
Like wrinkled skin the romance sags,
To be in love, to play with death,
And whisper it with our last breath,
Is why the thorns surround the rose,
I pricked my thumb and so it goes,
Around around, again again,
Love is lost, what’s found is pain,
We’re coming down from up the hill,
Coming down and I feel ill,
I can deny the truth no more,
That love’s the drug and I’m the whore,
But drugs do wear off by and by,
And blue is blue when you’re not high,
I wrapped you up in shiny tin,
And said, ”Let’s marry” on a whim.
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