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
