Queen of Swords

You’re always taking care of someone

When the needy lamb is you

You’re always taking on that woman’s

Swipe, aren’t you?

You’re always making sure the Queen of Swords

Is absolutely fine

You’re always hanging out your heart

To dry it on the line

It makes you feel like a man, I think

To play the sacrificial saviour

You like to think you take the lead

When really, you’ve been dragged here.

Your armour and shield; both are wearing thin,

But you worry that her wrists might be hurting

Yeah, it’s probably all those

Big bad swords she wielding.

You planted flowers, yet you find yourself

Standing on felled ground, all stalks and bleeding sap

Would you look at that

What’ll it take to convince you?

It doesn’t have to be like this
Love is honest, not manipulative

A relationship’s for two.