Precious Metal - Joyshop

Over-priced but under-sold

You’ll soon be worth your weigh in precious metal

Roll the crimson carpet out

The jack of clubs has come and will not leave

Fate loved me but now does not

I heard it from a rare clairvoyant petal

First you thrash me then you run

You broke the heart I fastened to my sleeve

Oh you’re killing me now

You’re over the moon and I’m under the ground

Oh it’s killing you too

That they fought over me

But poured scorn over you

Oh it’s payment in kind

That you’re half what I love and half what I despise

Oh you’re killing me now, you’re killing me

Out of time but into greed

Your pots will slowly turn to copper kettles

Sneak a breath then spit it out

Enjoy the pound of freshly scented truce

One obsession at a time;

Your grip is getting loose around the nettles

Time to flee, and fly you will

A felon with a melancholy muse