and look at the thanks I get.
I know I'm in trouble
but the thought hasn't hit you yet.
I've had it with your boxes
and your diet soap.
I take the broken glass you offer
and I shatter it with hope.
Please rescue me til I'm smothered,
Nurse me til I'm sick again.
I don't need your lawyer's arms around me,
I need to hear the hen.
Though I walk out in the morning
I still feel brand new ...
