Spring Chicken

and you keep prancing
 round the house
 breaking the glasses
 and the dishes.
 it's the lonely occupation
 of someone else's wishes.
 the position i'll be taking
 is the one i never left.
 there's a breath i'd like
 to focus on as though
 i learned to catch.
 there's feeling entitled
 and there's being denied,
 and there's a tiny january
 in your hot august nights;
 it could be friends you keep making
 in the warmth of fun and sun,
 it could be misunderstandings
 or do you miss someone?
 it's all i know,
 how to miss someone.
 that's how it goes.
 i had to bury my
 sweet grandmother r.,
 and you just don't know
 how you're gonna lose control.
 i think you're coming
 off the wall
 before too long; coming
 off the wall
 it took too long.
 and these people
 you're surrounded by
 are half completed thoughts,
 lost in lights of driftlessness.
 compassion was the cost.
 will you need me here forever
 or am i just about through
 to wander through the wonder,
 my head all full of doom?
 you think directions are the thing
 we should be asking
 the dead you keep collecting
 like callous, tempered plastic?
 there's feeling entitled
 and there's being denied,
 and there's a tiny january
 and it's your hot august nights.
 let's make amends
 for mistaking that the worst
 is yet to come from all these
 misunderstandings.
 when i miss someone,
 it's all i know,
 how to miss someone.
 it's all i know,
 how to miss someone.