Tables turn as often as I
Spinning indefinitely in time
As I'm a concept of what once was
Lost my mind and turned to dust.
And though I can't stand paper cuts
And grow nauseous at the thought of nuts
And tend to be a bit of a klutz
I'm one to be sought after.
Mysterious and Devine
With eyes as red as wine
And pearly whites that shine
If only you could see.
Because none of this is real
Because only time can heal
And if only criminals steal,
I may be one.
I have taken many hearts
And locked them in a chest
Or displayed them in jars
Baby I'm senile.
I cannot take away the past
I cannot make the summers last
But if I can do only one thing,
I can get you falling for me VERY fast.