One
last desperate plea. One last verse to sing.
One
last laugh track to accompany the comedy.
Have
I been losing it completely? Losing sanity?
Or
has it been fabricated, fashioned by the worst of
me?
I
know I knocked the table over because I watched the jar
break
and
I’ve been trying to repair it every single stupid
day
But
won’t the cracks still show no matter how well it’s
assembled
can I
ever just decide to let it die and let you go?