Take these bones and this heart and these lungs
And make from them what you will
To get you through the night.
You know that I’m extreme,
And subtlety’s lost on me,
So don’t burn if you can’t burn bright.

‘Cos I only like myself about half the time,
And I only like you a little bit more.
And I don’t have too much love left inside of me these days;
Remember you’re taxing the poor.

We’re like the sun and moon
We’re separate, but we stay in tune,
And together we light up the room.
And we’ll make success
Out of being a bloody mess,
And laugh all the way to our doom.

‘Cos I only like myself about half the time,
And I only like you a little bit more.
And I don’t have too much love left inside of me these days;
Remember you’re taxing the poor.

I’m first to admit, I’m a magnet for accidents,
And we’ve always had our fair share of those arguments,
But you know that I’m just a glutton for punishment,
So you’re doing just fine by me...

So take these hands and this kiss,
And we’ll lie here like this
‘Til boredom – or hatred – takes hold.
‘Cos I sort of love you,
And you sort of love me too,
And between us, we’ve sort of struck gold.

And I’ll try to like myself more than half the time,
‘Cos I really like you so very much more.
But I don’t have too much love left inside of me these days;
Remember you’re taxing the poor.

I’m first to admit, I’m a magnet for accidents,
And we’ve always had our fair share of those arguments,
But you know that I’m just a glutton for punishment,
So you’re doing just fine by me...

So take these bones and this heart and these lungs
And make from them what you will
To get you through the night.

© Fran Smith 2012 (PRS/MCPS)