I could tell you you're  pretty and buy you a dinner.
You could tell me I'm funny but wish I was thinner.

We could talk about feelings, closets, and fish.
We'll walk by the fountain and each make a wish.

Your wish came true and I lost twelve stones.
And so I wished, to make a cage of your bones.

I brought the cage home so I could set it aside.
Then I took out my heart and locked it inside.

And there by the moon it sits on my sill.
And there by the moon it resides there still.