Your Heart Dies

This time 'round how can I pretend

That I'm not a bad bad man

Old haunts with new zeros

A fading view of adulthood



Swinging key parties

Well I hear it's a west coast thing

Don't play down your hopeless intrigue

Well not everyone's lawn

Gets mowed twice a week

What's that supposed to mean?



I could be as faithful as a seahorse

And if you were a marine biologist

You'd know how tender that line was

Honey pick up on the bittersweet

The tragedy that's life's limbo stick



'Cause there's a tear jerker waiting in the wings

Well that's still no reason to be so devoid of feeling

Once you were a trophy for me

And as luck would have it I a trophy for you