Life will drip
From spiteful winter wind
Bitten lips
Friends will split
Like skin is ripped
When smitten with a whip
It isn't simply sinister
Or pure coincidence
Turning all your
Dollars into cents
Smiles into sins
Dollars into cents
Smiles into sins
My heart once made of clay
Was clinched within a first
Which made a faithful shape
Only her hand would fit
And when she burned it then
It turned into a brick
That heavy monument
Which only she could lift
But never did
Never did
Never did
The wicked picket fence
Splinters enter tender skin
Attempt a grin
Then wince again
Begin with stitches
Then
It isn't simply sinister
Or pure coincidence
Turning all your dollars
Into cents
Smiles into sins
Dollars into cents
Smiles into sins
My heart once made of clay
Was clinched within a first
Which made a faithful shape
Only her hand would fit
And when she burned it then
It turned into a brick
That heavy monument
Which only she could lift
But never did
Never did
Never did
I had to sand it down
To much a smaller size
Gathered the dust and threw it right into her eyes
I pulled that splinter
From my skin
You slipped into the wound removed of it
How do you get under my skin
Again and again and again and again and again