The Pawnbroker

The Pawnbroker
This winter bleached he color from the sun
You left the in-laws (?)
And went to buy the things
That I left in the pawnshop window
And you took them home
Locked them away
My heart and soul
Like china on display
I realized my mistake
And hurried to the pawn shop window

But where my things had been there was
Nothing but a shadow
And I became yours
As you held the key
My heart and soul
No longer belong to me
So now I wash the blood
From the uniforms you wear
And fix and mend your life up
Wherever there's a tear
I repayed a debt so one day you'll owe me
Another night you'll regret
You will hand over the key