Ornaments
    They’re my ornaments
    The boys that swing
    The bells that ring

    My placid, placent window dressing
    For the stars, for the sky

    I take them down
    But one by one
    And when we’re through
    I’m overrun
    And they become
    My ornaments

    Time stands still
    As paintings tremble
    And they are lost
    As so am I

    The waters thick
    And fine the bramble
    That sucks me in
    To watch me die

    The glitter band
    The sparkled mister
    They all have found me
    Powered my luster

    Some have run
    Some have stayed
    Some have whined
    Some have prayed

    But they’ve become
    What they don’t see
    A pretty kind
    Of ruin for me

    They’re my ornaments
    The wayward souls
    The giving thieves

    A prison sentence
    Self-induced
    For my whole
    Life it seems...

    Is coming down
    From the corners
    I’m run aground
    And they’ve become
    The only thing that feeds me
    The only thing that needs me

    Thankful for my
    Manly lament
    The youth unknown
    The freedom spent

    The careless shatters
    The silent torn
    The lonely heart song
    Of my ornaments gone

    Mine
    You’re all so new and too kind
    Too put off by my intrusion
    The idle hands of a passer by
    Come to carve a niche
    In your illusion

    I’m coming despite your objection
    To make a name for me
    The martyr of your affection

    You’re mine
    Your mind
    It’s wrapped around me
    And I’m wrapped in you
    I’m looking forward to a new beginning
    Without the end
    Without the ending

    It’s wasted, what you spend on me
    The glance and unforgiving gleam
    Your restitution lies in your pollution
    As the enemy of my
    Hope’s survival

    Don’t think on me with sympathy
    But as some
    Clever rival

    You’re mine
    Your mind
    It’s wrapped around me
    And I’m wrapped in you
    Looking forward to a new beginning
    Without the end
    Without the ending

    I’m not your savior
    I’m your captor
    Your keeper
    Not your friend

    Don’t have to love me
    Just die trying
    I won’t make you happy
    Just end your crying

    Follow me
    Follow me

    You’re mine
    Your mind
    It’s wrapped around me
    And I’m wrapped in you
    Looking forward to a new beginning
    Without the end
    Without the ending

    My idle hands might pin you down
    But trust that is best
    My idle hands can be much worse
    When put to the test

    You’re a little too new at pretending
    To beat me at this game
    There’s too few lives on the table
    For me to walk away

    You must know what’s going on
    But you’re so good at not leading me on