Babe, there's something tragic about you, something so magic about you
There's something lonesome about you, something so wholesome about you
There's something wretched about this, something so precious about this
There's something broken about this, get closer to me
No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony
No "who cares", no vacant stares
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
A rope in hand, for your other man to hang from a tree