Building You Up
To Keep You There
Building You Up
If you came in a kit, dear Asha, and I had to build you, you’d turn out just as you are.
I know my love is a form of dependence — my primary aim is to be your man.
It’s a grand pursuit, this chase, but don’t think of it as an attack. I mean well, I really do.
Bless the manufacturer of your parts!
We can commemorate our anniversary, but our plans may turn to ash.
I live in a memory most of the time, but like a seller of earthly wares, I dance on a beam where only the elite can walk.
So, I polish my petty trophies and hope they will suffice to make me your favorite lover.
I try to live above board and never be mean lest I return to the darkest days.
Thus there’s some assembly required, it’s the way the planet works.
Maybe you can translate what I’m failing to say.
When I’m retired, I hope I can walk out on that branch and still stay alive.
It’s a harrowing prospect, somehow staying in this society.
If I take a sip of the wine I will likely burst through the glass, so I need to leave it alone, keep the bottle in the drawer for my own protection.
