Purple Heart

She said, “Aren't you glad that we're never at war?”
Picture me kicking in your door like the police
And then looking through your drawers
As soon as you leave, like a thief
And then picture me breaking your back
With the emotional support that I'll need
And then picture me as I laugh
With my friend at the back, she'd been deceived
And she said, “No, you don't have to worry about me,
The war is only on TV and the reporters that you see will be there next week.”
But you don't have to worry yet
'Cause they'll just take it out of your cheque
Watch the news if you forget who you set free
I said, “I never had this before and the weather is so gorgeous that I agree.”
I'm so happy that I'm almost bored
And if I didn't have to work, I'd go back to sleep
But then sometimes when I drink, I think of who I used to be
'Bout how I'd kill you in your sleep for hurting me
And the war was all I had, I guess that and feeling bad
And now I can't remember the words I used to sing
And I can't remember their names or their faces and other things
And my purple heart hangs from my chest
My heart and my neck, the only things that I protect
Now they're covered in cement with tar lines
Like band-aids on the streets, from the cars and from the heat
Why didn't they just fill them right the first time?
And such good food and some French wine
My beautiful baby by my side
With no money to my name
A perfect life