Her Ornament Lyrics

Never really meant to volunteer.
Felt the urge to stretch after a yawn and incidently raised my hand.

I just want to be her special.
Someone who will never pioneer.
I prefer to watch the mud break off her heels and turn into cement.

I just want to be her ornament.
Her shadow seems much cooler.
Camouflage myself and plan a splendid entrance.

I just want to be her situation pending expectation.
I just want to be her ornament.

Never really meant to volunteer.
I fought the urge to stretch after a yawn and accidentally lost my head.

I just want to be her exploitation and abbreviation.
I just want to be her ornament.