Ballad Type

I never had a chance
To be more, be more than I am
I'm combative as a stone

And she was living like a queen
Completely free of insecurity
What made her leave her throne?

I don't know!

I never had a chance
To be more, be more than one man
'cuz I'm better by myself

The things she thought that she could take
Boiled up into her big mistakes
Well, just count them

She put me under on the table
Fixed my bleeding heart and closed mind
Preoccupations with the time
Lacing through my guts

Now, our love, it grows like a tree
Upwards and out, longer than her or me
And always twice as bright
Always twice the light

So thank you for the brass heart and black lungs
And the hope for rust and dust to settle in
And as cartographers, we'll pinpoint the gutters
Find another home for us to meddle in

The proverbs of you thank you
The proverbs of you, thank you
The proverbs of you thank you
The proverbs of you, thank you