i gave my heart away to a traveler in ****** shoes, he had pretty eyes that made up for his pretty lies, and now i don't know what to do. i gave my soul away to a girl that said she worked for god, she had oil in her hair but i didn't really care, but she wasn't at all what i'd thought. i gave my dreams to an artist i met down the street, he knew what buttons to press to make me scream, and now i'm not so sure that was a good thing. i fell for a rose i thought was thriving, but she was wilted, she was dying, and i left quick as lightning. i gave my limbs to a walking light beam, he was made of this steel that tightly wrapped around me, but these indents in my bones are a little too extreme. i gave my poetry to the monster under my bed, she crawled in and promised in the morning we'd be wed, and now there's no rings but a shadow begging me to turn off the sun instead.