You asked me how I could afford
to stuff so much love into such
a teeny tiny package.
Oh, dear, what a problem
to explain to you
that I am always
the last to
let go.
It really is no bother
any other time,
but when I need your hand
to hold my sunshine...
it's never there.
And you are never the one who's on the phone,
ringing for me.
It's almost like I thought
you'd want me
the way
I am.
Funny.
