The Jacket Song

I'm sorry man for the way that I've treated your love

You were softest quilts and lined with guilt

But that's just how you were

All crumpled, all curved

Second hand and made in Japan that's my love

Given to me by Jim Magee

But that's just how it was

You were damp, you were lost

And did you ever feel the same

Or was it all a labeled game

And there she comes with her perfect seam lined dress

You know the one that's quilted across the breasts

I love that dress

I'm sorry for the way that I've treated your love

We had a pact but I was fucked

But that's just how it goes

You were lonesome, you were stowed

Did you ever dream of me

Before you were taken by the machine

There she comes with her perfect seam lined dress

You know the one that's a cut above the rest

Oh man, I love that dress

Our will in time, in time

We'll meet another mirror in your life for

A final crimson, door to door

My second hand love