Ironic, full circle
He needs me today
My hair is too curly
I change at his house
He looks at me dirty
I go to school
He writes the rules
So, I don't tie bows on soul ties anymore
But I empty my cup
Ready for his to pour
When we both move on
Promise you won't look at anyone
Like they're made from precious China
Or your personal pretty picket fence designer
'Cause you don't mean it
And I sure as fuck still feel it
And I won't be your secret
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A good topic for my journal
I'm sure that he loves me at holiday dinner
Treats me like charity
I'm a fast learner
So, I go to school
He writes the rules
Early spring on his mantle like Christmas decor
But I still empty my cup
Ready for his to pour
When we both move on
Promise you won't look at anyone
Like they're made from precious China
Or your personal pretty picket fence designer
'Cause you don't mean it
And I think I'll always feel it
And I won't be, I can't be
I won't say anything if you ask me softly
When you love someone (when you love someone)
Don't hand them a loaded gun
And say please don't tell your neighbors
That I kiss you and I give you little favors
'Cause she'll agree to it
And it not the first time that I've seen it
And I won't be your secret