So who was first?
Obviously not me.
Shes locked up inside herself
And I cant get anything free
So wont somebody tell me please
Why the former owner always keeps the keys.
Theres no bubbles to burst
No bursting out crying nor dying of thirst
Shes utterly tied to somebody else
And it seems he got there first.
And no, Im not untying
The reins around her neck that she feels
And I wont try to prise out of her the truth anymore
When she lies about the things that she sees
Because the former owner always keeps the keys.
Theres no calling
"come here, youre necessary to me."
Theres no excitement in her face when I implore
"corrupt me and confess to me some more."
And when we hear trees falling or see people disappearing
Her emotions wont be reached or released,
Because the former owner is keeping the keys
Like a ticket inspector running for a bus
Ironys revenge surrounds us.
And its ironic that he promised you hed never let you go
When hes left you used-up and disturbed
And I said "just as the early bird catches the worm
The early cat catches the bird"
But that former owner is keeping his word