Pawnshop

When you become somebody's bandit
And their heart becomes your loot
What kind of player does that make you?
Breaking your hearts and selling them too

You picked me in a pawnshop
I was used, but good as new
Shiny as a tattoo
But permanent as party balloons

"Wake up, I wanna see you, darling"
You said to me one morning
This is why I'm always broken
You never did end up showing

I'm not a liquidated asset
And I'm sharper than a jewel
What kind of miner does that make you?
When I'm the gold, and you're just a fool