Unglued

Lost it to little sorrows
To slippers from shoes
Dropped like some backwards Madonna and child
The candles were clues

I came unglued, I came unglued

Raising a glass to tomorrow
Today the daisies are due
The lower the slower the sorrow is to say:
"The harder to choose"

I came unglued, I came unglued
I came unglued, I came unglued

I came unglued, I came unglued
I came unglued, I came unglued