the way you break my heart
just to play with glue
your hands all sticky
as you piece together
what was fine
before
each time,
it’s a little different
almost always, there’s
one piece
left on the floor
the way you break my heart
just to play with glue
your hands all sticky
as you piece together
what was fine
before
each time,
it’s a little different
almost always, there’s
one piece
left on the floor
Watch your step when you go for the glue; there are feelings on the floor. – mh clay