You can't marry me, but love me in a ring. I turn heads. I even leave some breathless. You sip me up and tell me I'm sweet, But when I get close to your lips, you pull away. What am I?

We have nails, but they do not hold us together. When we're together, we hold other things.

Bent down a moment and tied up your shoes, While you weren't looking, Slipped into your booze

I fix what is broken and leave little trace. I lead with a spear and exit without a trace. I leave a tail as a trail, pulled tight to disappear. I join what was parted, clean and neat, then depart.

i’ll hold the warp, you do the rest or punch card patterns at your behest use me too well and gods will rage an ancient tool behind each modern age