Lifetime supply

it was a lead painted love affair,
and my tongue went numb,
when you started rationing affection,
as some consolation prize,
that no one ever wanted.

You put chicken wire around your heart,
and I'll keep flicking cigarette butts over the fence.

And maybe someday,
we'll both grow up a little,
and lose our infantile obsession with pop songs,

But till then,
I've got a pipe bomb,
with four part harmony,
that I think you would just die for.