stamps of forgotten time

your lips on hers his hips on mine

and all good things in all good lies

my old heart, it’s time

to let you go

 

hide and seek with hello and goodbye

you didn’t really want it

but i know you tried

and all good things they all pass by

my old heart, it’s time

 

i used your body like he did mine

an hourglass of dynamite

all good things, well all things die

my old heart