One more for the crabs

I’ll take a handful of those surprises
That bag of sunshine and prizes
I’ll make you chuck them aside
And kick them around with pride

Throw at me your whims and fancies
And I’ll make you a chain of daisies
At the end I’ll push them away
Just like how they’ve all gone astray

I’ll slit your hands with care and love
And you’ll protect me with your rubber glove
We’ll sit and watch the sun go down
And how we turn those smiles from frowns

We'll lead them down to the beach
I’ll stand in a distance within your reach
Hours pass with more waves to crumble
I’ll sit and listen to your quiet mumbles

We'll walk away with finished business
Tired and drained from the net and fishes
Look beyond the sea and sigh
Slit our wrists together and die