Diamonds from Terrible Things by A Piano In Every Home

I think I met you on Monday
Hell it might have been a Tuesday
It’s always hard to say what’s on your mind
So we spent it on bourbon and we spent it on brandy
And we laid out through the night

Cause I’m changing slowly
And you’re wearing diamonds
We’ve got the whole thing
There’s no harm in trying
You might as well

I think I met you outside San Diego
Salt water in your hair
20 miles or more I’d bet from anywhere
So we spent it on a couple Coca-Colas and a box of Newport lights
I’m gonna die right here with you tonight

Cause I’m changing slowly
And you’re wearing diamonds
We’ve got the whole thing
There’s no harm in trying
You might as well
Yea you might as well

Forget the past behind you
Move with the wind that guides you
Chin up and smile like I do
(Get lost in make believe)
We can do it one more time
Dance with the northern lights
Oh hell yea it’s gonna be all right
(Girl let’s just make believe it)

What you see is what you get
I’m too tired to make believe it
Wound tight like a cigarette
Still stuck in your sleeve

I’m changing slowly
(What you see is what you get)
And you’re wearing diamonds
(I’m too tired to make believe it)
We’ve got the whole thing
(Wound tight like a cigarette still)
There’s no harm in trying
(Stuck in your sleeve)
You might as well

Yea you might as well

I think I met you on a Monday

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