love a girl like pyrite when you found me in the mines shook me from your baskets saw me glint in the sunlight said my irises shifted like tiger's eye i was never what you thought
love a girl like pyrite if she's your gold then i'm a shade of amber, a copper quarter if I was hard then she is soft and quick in your hands like a gardner snake faint and without teeth, tangling through the grass and you love the silent chase the girls that flip belly up and kiss your corners, kiss your borders, rub away the ash and lay themselves over your grenades your sticks of dynamite you blew me away with
love a girl like pyrite because I was a fool's gold, the normal luster of something grand, sieved through your tables back into the river, the unspoken daughters of not-good-enough lying in wait, picked up by farmers by men who sell, who hock, who pawn, washed down in Vindicator Valley run between thumbs, turned up amongst rocks the ordinary, run-of-the-mill we can only be imitators of the greatest
love a girl, who's fool's gold would you find her? would you keep her?