(Take your mark ... here we go!) I wasn't made in a kiln or Trial by fire I was pulled waterlogged From the river All my edges smoothed over by the currents As I was pulled in your direction But I never claimed any perfection Siren or a fisherman Whatever you are You reeled me in And somehow I'm in the water Again You painted me by number And now that you're done I'm just another Frame on the wall That you tell about and show off To other people I wasn't naive at the start I was sure you'd break my heart But I kind of hoped You maybe wouldn't I let my skin be your paper So you'd come back and read me later But it wasn't enough To keep you present Siren or a fisherman Whatever you are You reeled me in But somehow I'm in the water Again (Wait! Come back...)