| They say that it's a good thing |
| to have a significant other |
| who's wrapped around your finger. |
| But I assure you, |
| that I'd rather have |
| true love in hand |
| than all five fingers ringed. |
| |
| So forgive me as I lie here on the floor |
| with my limbs outsprawled as I'm |
| bleeding across the ground, |
| and then tomorrow morning |
| when the sun rises |
| and I'm gone, |
| you'll have to be content |
| with my tears in your hand, |
| instead of my life. |