You know that the words I wield Are weapons of sardonic virtue I just use them as a shield And I would never, never hurt you And if you should one day leave me You will find that I won't stop you And if you return to seek me You will find that I've forgotten you
I was fish and you were iron And you observed the bed I lie on Isn't even shaped like me And if you knew the words to kill me You would speak them silently Behind your eyes as if you thrill me
I rode home on wheels of whether You were scared but I was scared of You were marble wrapped in leather I was rubber, you were...rubber too
I will take your hands and plant them In a box beneath my window Still I keep, and still I tend them Ever waiting for the time Until your husband comes to claim them In this battle I'll be killed But you'll know that I never loved you I'll know that I always will
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