Dear Thief

Well I hope whatever's coming to you, never comes
And the rewards only me, for what you'd done
'Cause I thought I was giving you everything
But I guess you wanted more, indeed
And you and I were fated as strangers
But now you are my thief
And I'm pretending the things that you have stolen
They weren't as lovely to me as the wind
But the door that I left unlocked
Is letting the dirt and the rain and the cold come in
And if I was ever a peacock coat
You are surely just and ass
[For / Four] years of hell and wrath will come
If my wishes come to pass
'Cause I thought I was giving you everything
But you wanted more from me
And you and I were strangers back then
But now you are my thief
May your pen dry up
May your chest go weak
May your lover understand
That now you are my thief
And I'm your empty hand