Her Ornament Lyrics

(Written by Brian Vander Ark)
Never really meant to volunteer.
Felt the urge to stretch after a yawn and incidently raised my hand.
I just want to be her special.
Someone who will never pioneer.
I prefer to watch the mud break off her heels and turn into cement.
I just want to be her ornament.
Her shadow seems much cooler. Camouflage myself and plan a splendid entrance.
I just want to be her situation pending expectation.
I just want to be her ornament.
Never really meant to volunteer.
I fought the urge to stretch after a yawn and accidentally lost my head.
I just want to be her exploitation and abbreviation.
I just want to be her ornament.

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