Her Ornament Lyrics

Her Ornament

(Written by Brian Vander Ark) Never really meant to volunteer. Felt the urge to
stretch after a yawn and incidently raised my hand. I just want to be her
special. Someone who will never pioneer. I prefer to watch the mud 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. 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.