Safety Pins

Folding the corners in half Halving the half so it's quartered I seem to spend my life sorting But things are never quite sorted What's going out Next year's coming in Held together with safety pins Don't think about it too deeply I'll just pretend that I'm sleeping I'll just pretend that I'm sleeping I'll just pretend that I'm That I'm That I'm That I'm Whatever you want Take it I don't care I've tried on every color in every pair Nothing in life seems to fit right Nothing in life seems to fit But I wish this love didn't linger Trace a line on my back with your finger No I don't need to be saved But things are easier that way But things are easier that way But things are easier Easier Easier Easier Easier Easier Easier Easier Easier Easier Easier Easier Easier Easier