The Jacket Song

Alright, one, two, three, four I'm sorry man for the way I've treated your love You were as soft as quilts and lined with guilt But that's just how you were All crumpled, all curved Second hand and made in Japan, that's my love Given to me by Jim Magee But that's just how it was You were damp, you were lost And did you ever feel the same? Or was it all a labelled game? And there she comes with her perfect seam lined dress You know the one that's quilted across the breast I love that dress I'm sorry for the way that I've treated your love We had a pact but I was fucked That's just how it goes You were lonesome, you were stoned Did you ever dream of me? Before you were taken by the machine? Ah now There she comes with her perfect seam lined dress You know the one that's a cut above the rest? Oh man, I, I love that dress Our will in time, in time We'll meet another mirror in your life For a final crimson Door to door My second hand love