Pawnshop Eyes

A heart was broken Monday night
In the mirror a pale face
I hear myself – a slow and quiet voice
Everything comes apart
She had Pawnshop eyes

For a while she collected pain
And looked at us like she was looking at the men we used to be
It felt good but we should have known the price
After all everything comes apart
And she had Pawnshop eyes

Shame, trust
And hope was yesterday
Today we’re selling everything we are
And everything we own

The answer begs the question:
Didn’t we hear the right songs?
Didn’t we read the right books?
Were we in our right mind?

She walks the main streets
We’re changed, she remains unchanged
For she knows how to beguile
Without beguiling herself.

Don’t be tempted into the questions:
What could have been?
For everything comes apart
And she had Pawnshop eyes