she makes her home from trash she finds
its hers alone no colors ryhme
she's seen me lose all hope and strength
shes seen me lose all faith in me
but she aint known the worst of me
and how it ends yet to be seen
all times before when things went wrong
abandon hopes and carry on
but now i'm tied my head is fixed
on foolish hearts and ugly tricks
the wine removes my shooting nerves
i work the clay I'm undisturbed
i'll shape IT into just a man
without a friend without a plan
I'll shape it as an empty cup
a broken jar that won't fill up
she makes her home from things like these
i throw them out and she retrieves
she makes her home from scratch and dent
THE shapes she finds don't compliment
and AS i'm broken leaking life
no wonder she can't pass me by
her finger prints are on my rim
her lipstick arche is pink and dim
and so i find my place of fame
here pierced and pinned her wall of shame
And once again i lose the game
before i knew i ever played
The cards i knew are rearanged
The mirrors on the wall have changed
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