We began where we began*

Same old story with a different plan

Same old woman meets the same old man

And they knock each other out

It rained so hard as we drove across the state

You laughed at first but then your chemistry was strange

The light in your eyes fell away like loose change

And I tried to figure out

Who you were at all, who you were at all

You were at all something of a garden

Something of a martyr, I’m helpless in your hands

Oh yeah my candy machine gun lemonade flavored

Poison don’t turn away from me

Of all seven daughters he loved the youngest

Her long brown hair felt no shame in his caress

‘don’t be suspicious of my love it was no accident’

He told her without name

I’ve become so defined by you I can’t tell up from down

The nature of your beauty pulls my bones into the ground

I smile though I ache as though the wind has stole my crown

And it makes me laugh like Cain did

And you weren’t at all, no you weren’t at all

Something of a garden, something of a martyr

I’m so helpless in your hands oh yeah

My candy machine gun, lemonade flavored poison

Don’t turn away from me