The Michaelangelo Fisherman

Close your eyes oh, sweet child
He’ll cast the net soon
And save you from a love too mild

You’ve had him all the while
That red lipstick silhouette
Sat on his skin
And you thought you’d never win

Be patient
Just like love and the very best kind
Just like love and the very best kind

Some day, someday he’ll ride along the coast
And spot that heart you love to boast
Cast the net for you sweet child
And save you from a love too mild

And you’ll travel ashore
Leaving everything behind
In that reef where your heart would grind against the rocks
It just doesn’t matter anymore
It just doesn’t matter

You’ll be baptized again
In the perfume that he loved
The worst skin will glide off of your bones
That will fall off in turn
Your eyes will pop out
And your stomach will burn
As he discards all your muscles
And slices the half of his heart that belongs to you
Then comes the paintbrush he’ll use
To paint you brand new
All over again

This is the day
This is the day that you win

You’ve had him all the while
That red lipstick silhouette
Sat on his skin
And you thought you’d never win