I used to think to make my days of gold would make you happy
I should have made them out of steel and glass
To stand up straight without a doubtful shadow cast
Or copper to conduct the electricity between you and me
That I once made for free
This time around, I'm gonna put them underground so my tornadoes can't take them down again
Some walls I've built from bricks of earth, others of words
I should have made them out of bookshelves
So at least I'd have something to read while you try and beat the monster out of me
Friends and lovers, you don't get one or the other
Loving is killing, you don't get to choose
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