I Lose to You

Evergreen, in the spring Hang me in the sun And when I leave, please bury me Somewhere you will run Oh, I’m the dead man to your loaded gun Take your aim, and fire away I won’t miss the holes in my side And when I go, carve me a pretty gravestone Something simple, what your hands touch will suffice Oh, I’m the gamble to your loaded dice And I lose to you Hands up, I surrender Nothing could be better Than a mark on me when you leave me for dead I lose to you Flowers grow, where you lie me low Something pretty for the ruin and the rot And I shall stay, if you want me that way If you miss me, or spit on my plot I’m the fool who loves whatever you’ve got I lose to you Hands up, I surrender Nothing could be better Than a mark on me when you leave me for dead I lose to you I’d rather you do something than nothing I’d rather you kill me than ignore I’d die for you, darling Won’t you leave the candle on? I’ll burn myself if it’ll entertain you more Evergreen, in the spring And summer, winter, and fall I won’t change, come wind or rain You can burn me to the ground, I’ll love it all And I lose to you Hands up, I surrender, nothing could be better Than a mark on me, a bullet to attest I’m the dead man to your loaded gun