my
diamond
he could
play the stand up bass
just
picked that sucker up
one
winter night
and made
it a finger singer
with a
smirk
half
disbelief
half
cocky
half
cocked
half
cock
thing
about diamonds
you can
never observe all the facets
you miss
so much
doesn't
matter how hard you look
the
hardness works against you
in fact
miss how
while he was
looking
at
you in
the wings
stage
left
he was
looking at her
stage
right
explains
the smirk
maybe
half nervous too
what a
strange tense
game to
play
more
strained
than
anything he could try
with his
instrument
after
the concert
it
didn't matter he once kissed me
in his
room
she was
waiting by his car in the snow
and she
was cold
and he
was cold
told me
no
no
he'd
still like my strings under his fingers
but
tonight no
and I
couldn't see him in front of me
because
you
can't find one single facet in a blizzard
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