Trophy
By Ty Kovatch

You're like a knife held to my throat
I wear your love just like a coat
I sing your praise with every note
You be the guest I'll be the host

I don't know why I keep hanging around
And I don't know when you'll be letting me down...

You take for granted my routine
Imagine boundaries I won't leave
You might be right to count on me
A soldier ant who serves the queen

I don't know why I keep hanging around
And I don't know when you'll be letting me down...

You be the guest I'll be the host
I'll be your angel and your ghost

I'll be the trophy that you won
I'll be your everlasting sun


© Ty Kovatch 2014

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