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[cookiemommy]

For all the places I've worked
And all the places I haven't
For all the things that have worked
And all the things that haven't
For all the relationships that have worked
And all the relationships that haven't
Now I lay you down to sleep
I pray the lord your soul to keep
Safe in my arms until the end of time
Crouched up in this ripped up old chair
Telling stories I don't dare tell
Of jumping ship
And of flying on your coattails
Of running myself dry to please you
Of holding out on you to please myself
Of selfish endeavors
And self-serving pleasures
Of debts and being indebted to your stability
Of not knowing who I am or where I came from
Of relearning how to walk
One foot
Preferably
Ahead of the other
Yet still lagging behind.