Don't give me jewellery.
I don't wear bracelets.
I never have.
Don't give me chains,
They don't work well with this smile.
They don't hold me,
They just choke for a little while.
Slow me down,
Not for long,
Don't give me jewellery
It doesn't look good on me.
Don't steal the crown jewels for me,
Diamonds, sapphires,
It's all just distraction tactics,
Dazzle you like a lie
When it's zirconia
When it's fire.
Liar.
I don't want the tiaras
Femme was never my thing
I don't want the rings,
Keep your heavy bangles,
Keep your trash
Your shiny bling
I shake the shackles loose
Clatter to the ground
Like a robbery in broad daylight
Smashed glass and broken pieces
Hit the floor
Run for the door
Thief
I told you I didn't want any jewels
Dont steal for me
Dont feel for me
The chains that bind
Are only in your mind
Because mine were never tied
Never bound
Just outloud
Words not tapers
Not clasps
Not clicks,
One, two, tight, more.
Sat in the dungeon
The hangman comes to call
He jingles, jangles,
Keys down the hall.
Hand, fair maiden
Hand.
Both
Clasp
Together
Like a prayer
On your knees
Please
Pray
Say
You are sorry.
No bracelets for me
Just the jingle jangle of the lock
The key
Not for me
Not today
I must have a sweet face
As I'm the only one not bound
In my little rat warren
My little box of charm
There's blood on the ceiling
There's piss on the floor
From the princess who was bound here before.
I wonder why I dazzle
Like a magpie in the light
Looking at shiny things
So clear, so bright
I wonder why they didn't chain me
Why I got to go jewelerry free
Maybe they were invisible
A new kind of bling
Like a chain that binds me
In the dark
It glows a little more
A brand perhaps
A souveinier of sorts
A reminder
That we're never far from thoughts
Of solace
Of silence
Of systems
Of silos
New ring now
Time for something different
Put down the shackles of the past.
New bracelet?
It looks good though.
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