The Vice

Oh, neglect me, my dear
My brambles grow thick in your absence
So next time you try to cut me down
Your blades will blunten on my branches

You wound the vice one turn too tight
Too much pressure makes a lesser fool out of me
You bent the bars one inch too far
Now they're gaping, I'm escaping
Who needs a key?
I'm long gone

Oh, insult me, my dear
And like a sponge I'll absorb
But when I've soaked all I can hold
On your head like a rain cloud I'll pour

You wound the vice one turn too tight
Too much pressure makes a lesser fool out of me
You bent the bars one inch too far
Now they're gaping, I'm escaping
Who needs a key?
I'm long gone

And you're gonna cry like a mourner
And I'm done cowering in corners
Slowly and surely I'll saw
Through your sordid sob stories
I'm long gone

You wound the vice one turn too tight
Too much pressure makes a lesser fool out of me
You bent the bars one inch too far
Now they're gaping, I'm escaping
Who needs a key?
I'm long gone