Toys

You see, my mother always taught me To never play with another person’s toy That even if I see it lounging around It’s just some ploy For me to give it my undivided attention And she was always quick to mention How it was never mine to begin with And I realize…you were never mine I’ve been saving up for something like you The starting price was: my soul and sanity And a sense of who I used to be She got there before I did. But that girl wasn’t willing to give the full price The full price of your smile and laughter With a chance of a happily ever after A cut in line and a few bargaining methods Was all it took for her to claim you And I don’t blame you for letting her whisk you away Because I can see that you never knew your worth And for what it’s worth I’d still be willing to sell whatever piece of dignity that I have You see, my mother always taught me not to steal But when that girl isn’t looking I borrow And I decide not to let her know Because by tomorrow You would’ve already forgotten the hours I spent trying to show You that, I should’ve been your rightful owner. You’re just the latest toy in her collection A brief receiver of her limited affection And judging by the cracks on your surface It’s not love you need, it’s protection. And that girl, yes I keep calling her that girl ‘Cause In my eyes, she’s just a careless spender And I’m just the hopeless window shopper Who’s willing to befriend her, so that I can spend more time with you. And maybe we’ll see if her mother taught her, To give her toys to the less fortunate.