Safety Pins

Folding the corners in half

Halving the half, so its quartered

I seem to spend my life sorting

But things are never quite sorted

What's going out, next year is coming in

Held together with safety pins

Don't think about it too deeply

I'll just pretend that I'm sleeping

Whatever you want, take it, I don't care

I've tried on every colour, in every pair

Nothing in life seems to it right

Nothing in life seems to fit

But I wish his love didn't linger

Trace a line on my back with your finger

No, I don't need to be saved,

But things are easier that way