The Keeper of Your Ideal Self

THE KEEPER OF YOUR IDEAL SELF
words and music by Shellen Lubin

Bring me cognac and faded photographs
Are you offering peace?
Or just a night to pretend you can mend an old fantasy
Bring me tears for the truths you trade for laughs
And an easy release
Leave them when you're gone
As I take them on me

I'm the keeper of your ideal self
I hold fast to your dreams while you run devil-may-care
I'm tucked into a closet shelf
And you check in now and then
To make sure that we're both still there

Bring me tales of the women weeping now
'Cause they wanted in vain
Just what makes you fly through the door: need and forever in their eyes
Bring me oaths you can reach what's sleeping now
Trust in sharing again
Maybe you can't see
But you're bringing me lies

I'm the keeper of your ideal self
I hold fast to your dreams while you run devil-may-care
I'm tucked into a closet shelf
And you check in now and then to make sure
That we're both still there

You please your senses for free
Then tease your defenses with me
Shoot your fix, take your dose
Then run so no one gets close
Tomorrow you'll be too busy to be with me
'cept for fits and starts
'Cause you'll be playing pyromaniac
With all the little ladies' hearts

I'm the keeper of your ideal self
I hold fast to your dreams while you run devil-may-care
I'm tucked into a closet shelf
And you come in now and then
Throw a crumb in now and then
You check in now and then
To make sure that we're both still there

1981 Bondrov Music

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