Convenient Woman

Convenient women living on my street
She’s constantly looking for something to eat
My soul is stained with dark red tears
She licks them off and swallows my prayers

Her shadow is missing
As she floats down my stairs
She tries to find purpose playing musical chairs
While I just joke about interpersonal affairs

We all get lost
But only some are aware
Nothing is really broken
until it can’t
Be repaired

She tells me I'm slightly impaired
I just laugh and say
You better beware

Convenient woman
I wish I could hold you in my arms
Make you feel right from wrong
Protect you from harm

But I know
You aren’t really there
And that’s a big part of your charm