you are like
the faucet dripping in the
other room.
i hear it as i lay in bed
and i hear it as i go about
my day.
and yet i do nothing to stop it
i am too lazy
or maybe i just don’t care
enough
to bother with you
anymore
so drip
drip, drip, drip
your routine is boring me
and i think that
i will leave you now
you wanna be fixed?
call the damn plumber
yourself
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