Muse
what has become of you?
Never you mind what's become of me.
I'm doing fine
tidy and trendy and titillated with new.
Oh that I never showed you how much I adore you.
Abuse
how I relate to you.
The pain on your shirt sleeve,
and frames that make you look but not see
Something about you is familiar to me.
Oh that I never showed you how much I adore me.
All the terrible complications I carry with me
you share them with me
more than the world could ever know.
I uniquely and you physiquely carry things.
My, you and I are just two lonely grains of sand on the seashore.
Cool.
I never could master you.
Never you mind, I'm doing fine.