NO ONE CAN BE COMPLETE WITHOUT THAT THING
THAT COMPLETES THEM AND MAKES THEM ALIVE
AND IF THAT THING IS NOT LOVE THEY ARE NOT ALIVE
AND I THINK I AM ALIVE BUT THAT LOVE IS ASTRAY
WE STAND PUNCHING WALLS AND THROWING TRASH
ACROSS THE FLOOR LIKE DUST AND IT SOAKS IN
AND WHEN WE CLEAN IT UP WE CAN ONLY THINK
WHERE HAS IT GONE FOR IT TO BE LIKE THIS
AND IF I AM NOT ALIVE LET ME BE FABRIC SOFTENER
OR A LIGHT BULB OR AN OVEN OR SOMETHING OF USE
AND LET ME BE A PART OF SOMEONE'S LIFE
IN WAY THAT MAKES LIFE EASIER AND BETTER
SOMETHING THAT CAN NEVER BE HARMED OR NOTHING
AND THAT NO ONE CAN EVER STOP CARING ABOUT OR NEEDING
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