Abandonment Issues

Empty cup and a stained wet spoon
You tried your very best to stay
My poor body without you
You found the time to throw me away
Everything’s too early and too soon
All mental faculties in play
In tattered carpets see bunnies bloom
Crispy words fried every day
‘CAUSE THIS IS CONTROL. I KNOW YOU KNOW, THAT THIS IS CONTROL.
I hated the age of your fruit
Next to your corpse I wanna lay
You knitted an afghan with no tools
Yet you’ve never enough new lies to say
I’m heavier now here without you
Images fade of us into grays
Broken chair ’cause the bolts are loose
Cataclysmic catastrophe
‘CAUSE THIS IS CONTROL. AND I KNOW YOU KNOW, THAT THIS IS CONTROL.
My heart still beats without you
Wish I might, and wish I may
Too late for lovers and too few
Can drive a trusty train astray
Hurt feelings sprinkled on love abuse
Mere moments of men made of clay
I hate the size of the final scoop
Nothing makes sense, never obey
‘CAUSE THIS IS CONTROL. I KNOW YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS CONTROL.
Sandcastles built in holy shoes
Death is when you graduate…..

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