At Last, for You

There’s nothing in my house strong enough to hold me
Six inches from the ground, strong enough to hold me
150 pounds, long enough to stop me from breathing
There’s nothing in my drawer, strong enough to put me
Face down on the floor, still left enough to let me
Take ten or twenty more
That’s what I need to stop me freom breathing
I did everything you asked me to
I did everything
I did everthing you asked me to
I did everything
I’m dying too, at last, for you
There’s nothing in my town sweet enough to keep me
Blundering around, sweet enough to keep me
Ten digits on the ground, long enough to stop me from breathing
There’s nothing in my words that makes you care about me
Nothing that you’ve heard in all I bear about me
Everthing’s absurd in everthing to stop me from breathing
At last, for you
I’ll do
Something right and something new
It’s killing me
You’ll see
This will be
The last you hear from me
Nothing more
I’m off the floor, not breathing
Maybe now and then, I’ll mention you in passing
Only if, and when, someone else is asking
I’ll bring this up again, only when I’m laughing and breathing