(Written by Brian Vander Ark)
Never really meant to volunteer
Felt the urge to stretch after a yawn and incidently 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 splendid entrance
I just want to be her situation pending expectation
I just want to be her ornament
Never really meant to volunteer
I fought 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