Fix Things Up For You
by Michael Cuglietta
I wanna march into your broken home
fix things up for you
I wanna stare into your sad eyes
make things happy again
I wanna hold onto your sick body
make you healthy again
you’re far too skinny
I wanna make you fat again
you’ve been cooking
dinner for one
for far too long
I wanna crowd you in
start you over
make you young again
I wanna tell you all about me
I want you to taste the beers I taste
every night
I want you to puff
on the cigarettes I puff on
I want you to feel the shortness
in my breathe
I want you to know what it’s like
to waste a healthy life
I want you constantly worried
about death
about money
about family
about where you’re supposed to be
I wanna make it impossible
for you to relax
I wanna force you
to make bad decisions
I wanna talk to you on the phone
till my ear falls off
I wanna stare at you in the eyes
till they fall from their sockets
I wanna keep you on my mind
rub your soft breasts
till they ain’t so soft anymore