I miss you Broken glass jars of jelly jam To get through breakfast Sticky cottons on an unmade bed Plastics will last forever Isn't that a lullaby Brown sugar, cinnamon A matchbox hiding place Wipe the poor tears on my sleeve Learn to leave it up to me I put you in a jacket and your brown shoes Practice speaking normally, I can't handle it Can't we just put it away? But now I can't handle it
