Her Ornament

Never really meant to volunteer
I felt the urge to stretch
After a yawn and incidentally raised my hand
I just want to be her special

Someone who will never pioneer
I prefer to watch the mud break off her heels
And turn into cement
I just want to be her ornament

Her shadow seems much cooler
Camouflage myself and plan a special entrance
I just want to be her situation pending expectation
I just want to be her ornament

I never really meant to volunteer
I felt the urge to stretch
After a yawn and accidentally lost my head
I just want to be her exploitation and abbreviation
I just want to be her ornament