Tell me about your promises
tell me about
your dreams
one fine day
you’re going to wrap your troubles in a scream
I get so
excited when I
look into your
eyes
they burn and
burn until the blues just shrivel up and die
You want it all but it’s smalltime
you know how
it is but it’s smalltime
You have to be the one they see
the one they’ll
call on the phone
Their smiles
so warm you can feel them melt down deep into your bones
Long ago you
took your heart
and set it
down in stone
If you want
them back leave it alone
Save the broken pieces
of presents in
your eyes
thrown bits of
wrapping paper
on the floor
it’ll never
work it’ll fit
no matter how
you try
you’re not the
one it was bought for