Her Ornament

Never really meant to volunteer
Felt the urge to stretch after a yawn
And accidentally raised my hand
I just want to be her special

Someone who will never pioneer
I prefer to watch the mudd break off her heels
And turn into cement
I just want to be her ornament

Her shadow seems much cooler
Camouflage myself
And plan a splendid entrance

I just want to be her situation pending expectation...
I just want to be her ornament

I never really meant to volunteer
I fought the urge to stretch after a yawn
and accidentally lost my head

I just want to be her exploitation and abbreviation...
I just want to be her ornament