Champagne Problems a golden shovel after Taylor Swift

She

is the sand slipping through your fingertips, and she never would’ve

stayed. She’s not a trinket to keep in your pocket, she’s un-made

potential. In her rock, you’ll carve “disappointment” and it’s such

a shame. You’ll call her the one that got a

-way. Yet, you know all too well that the sunset is loveli-

est when it’s fleeting. Dress her in white, she’ll never be a bride;

she’ll never be what

you wanted her to be, a

diamond around your neck, a trophy for your pedestal, and it’s such a shame -

she’s everything you thought you wanted, but actually, she’s

not. You can’t hold her hand when it’s stuck

planted in the soil, blooming in-

to a tree; you’ll never move her.

Keep her in your head,

it’s all you’ll ever get to keep of her. When they

ask you what went wrong, tell them she never said.