Sweater Set The Breaker
I wish I could say you lost me.
I wish I could say it's so.
I wish everyday you lost me.
But you gave me up long ago.
Remember the time we went dancing -
you sat there 'til 1:45
and left me to ride away begging
and gasping for air to survive.
But now that I'm arguably older,
and though it is winter once more,
I'd jump if you dialed my number,
forgetting my heart on the floor.
And it's better, better, better, to be the breaker.
A city of too many women
grabbing for pieces of men,
cherishing every beginning,
and falling apart in the end.
It's better, better, better, to be the breaker.
