take your own advice, baby

[i_hart_robots]

Is it my head that you dread?
My ears that you fear?
My eyes that you despise?
Did my fingers linger a little too closely?
Or my voice that caused the demise?

I like to feel glad.
I don’t like to get mad.
I don’t like to say things that make people sad.
But just give me a minute.
A minute or two.
I think that I’ll think this entirely through.

You swelled up inside me.
Exploded within.
I’m missing it now, but I hated it then.