DESCRIPTION:
"It's the things that ruin us,
The factories that make the glue.
I don't want to be this way, I want to be pretty.
To tell the you the truth I can't tell you the truth.

You said my heart's a wicker basket.
To carry all my lovely things.
But when I'm angry or alone I'll let it burn.
This dying's going to be the death of me.

Remember when we slept together?
Remember when I held your hand?
Remember when my chest was your pillow and your wall?
Remember when you fucked another man?

So now the sky is made of concrete,
I'm a pathetic song to sing.
My wicker basket heart will always keep me warm,
And you can keep the lovely things.

And you can keep the lovely things.
And you can keep the lovely things.
And you can keep the lovely things.
And you can keep the lovely things."