Nothing Clings Like Ivy

Nothing clings like Ivy frightened by the dark

Though she cuts deep, it never leaves a mark

No one quite like Ivy ever gets it straight

What she believes, she won't negotiate

All the words of tenderness

That never quite got through

She said, "You know how young girls are

From my contempt for you"

Outside in the hollow, she may dare herself

For there may be a serpent in the grass

Nothing clings like Ivy, trying to scare herself

And it may strike or wait for her to pass

All the words of tenderness

That she never possessed

"So what's the use of promises?

I had my fingers crossed"

All the words of tenderness

That never quite got through

She said, "I laughed behind your back

When I told that to you"

Nothing clings like Ivy frightened by the dark

Though she cuts deep, it never leaves a mark