a box full of meds swimming in bubble wrap
a glass of ice water from the tap
clean the kitchen before bed
or the belt will sting your legs
shock my system just a little more
tell me how far to step
away from the door
thoughts of running, bare feet and hands
taking out the trash
i take a secret puff from my secret stash
but even then i can feel your eyes
they drill into my back like that tool
from papa's shed, which i don't mind
as long as you can't get inside my head
now is not the time for bonding
now is not the time for making up
now is the time for determination
now is the time for growing up
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