They are useless hangup cures
All except that trick of yours
No one to leave the light on
To help you choose the right song
I try to do right, but it's wrong
Nothing feels right with you gone
Over hedges high
Climbs a smiling spy
Who now will shift your shoelace?
And wipe the crumbs off your face?
No one should get what you got
Nothing should end where you start