pawnshop

When you become somebody's bandit And their heart becomes your loot What kind of player does that make you? Breaking your hearts and selling them too You picked me in a pawnshop I was used, but good as new Shiny as a tattoo But permanent as party balloons "Wake up, I wanna see you, darling" You said to me one morning This is why I'm always broken You never did end up showing I'm not a liquidated asset And I'm sharper than a jewel What kind of miner does that make you? When I'm the gold, and you're just a fool