barebaiting

I don't care how well intended

It was meant when he sent it

Long forgot in the blink of an eye

I got your locks all amended

And your bird less well defended

With silk thread to climb you up into the sky

You know that it's true

But of course it's up to you

Still he doesn't love you

Still he doesn't love you

And as he held through the night

He took out your second sight

He left it all for the magpie and the fox

But buried it safe

In your special place

A crease, a crevice you forgot

But he still smells so nice

So against all advice

I creep into the hole that he sleeps

But I must have dropped the key

So I'll just sing until I bleed

Still he doesn't love me

Still he doesn't love me

I take a turn in his tailspin

To churn the urn that he's ailed in

I break the last thread of the screw

My compass cracked in his grip

And as he spits out all my pips

Still he doesn't love you

Still he doesn't love you

He cut it out stitch by stitch

In my fallopian grip

I hang the dead meat on his tree

And as I screeched through the night

He said, “My wife fell on that knife”

He coughed and he coughed until he bleed

So when you going to learn?

When will you tend to these burns?

When will you wake from this hell?

You can put it in a song

But that won't change what's wrong

No, it won't give you the key to the cell

You know that it's true

But of course it's up to you

Still he doesn't love you

Still he doesn't love you

Still he doesn't love you