These days I feel like I'm your tax declaration
I'm your dentist appointment
I'm the battery in your smoke alarm
That you need to change
You're avoiding it
Procrastinating every chance
Of contact that we might have
Ain't that a bit strange?
Tell me where the blissful days went
When I was more
Than a redundant little trinket
On the sideboard of your life
A speck of dust on your floor
I'd be the needle and the yarn
If your heart required mending
Be the paperclip when all important documents
Were lying loose
Just turn me into something neccessary
Something like a knife or a cup or a bandaid
Something you can use
And then tell me where the blissful days went
When I could feel
More like a gift
Than than like a burden
More a blessing than a curse
A hope that old scars could heal
But don't you dare to say
I still could change your world
For the better and then go
And make me feel as useful
As a sweat stain on a shirt
As important as the caps lock key
When you only type in lower-case letters