listen, sugar, please don’t bare yourself
   don’t shine for me that way
don’t strap me to your stirrups
   that I’ll sure regret someday
I’m a ruin, I’m a vagabond,
   a corpse in slow decay
I’m imprisoned by your loveliness
   let me sleep on it a day

i can’t hold you in my tethers
   i can’t work you into clay
i can’t see you off, in trammels,
   wishing one day i will stay
I’m a ruin, I’m a vagabond,
   a corpse in slow decay
I’m imprisoned by your loveliness
   let me sleep on it a day

you will find yourself a husband
   he will bond himself to you
‘cause the trio plays a slow song
   ‘cause the wedding asks him to
you’ll take home a siren’s swan song
   that you’ll whisper in the dew.
Once you find that I’m not him, our
   little conversation’s through.

listen, sugar, please don’t bare all, it’s
   more trouble than it’s worth
you have better ways to waste
   you next two hours here on Earth
you’ve perfection, you’ve the answer
   waiting for you at the bay
& I’m a ruin, I’m a vagabond,
   a corpse in slow decay

PRM
05:26:02 a.m
06.27.03 a.d.

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