Mr. Shiver, I'm glad you sent a line.
Euphoria's endearing.
But it's cold, so we might as well retire,
To the drawer where all used things resign.
Mr. Shiver in the river
You were sold.
You were told.
I do, if we make it over the mountain.
Dressed in leather, with ball-involved attire;
The most ironic place to be is easy, yeah.
Between my finger and the blade, right before I let the used resign.
Mr. Shiver in the river
You were sold.
You were told.
I do, if we make it over the mountain.
You might lose the one you chose.
You might lose who won you.
Times ten.