You wear a necklace of pearls,

A dress of subtleties and innocence

That protects your invisible possession,

And guards the only thing worth giving away.

You wear a necklace of piano keys,

A dress of past-tense and wishful thinking

To protect what you wish never to occur,

But want oh-so-badly.

You wear a necklace of teeth,

A dress of corrupt compromise,

That led you to this place where time

Becomes regret,

And lust is thought of as something

worthwhile.