I'm like a sponge,
you know that I'll
always clean your mess
but I need to sparkle too sometimes.
Please, don't you forget.

She's upset about her empty bowl.
She expects me to make her feel whole.
He's desperate and for once in need.
So for tonight, I help for free.

She's spilt her wine on her favourite dress
and there I am sorting out the mess.
He needs someone to mock and pity
and usually that someone's me.

I can only soak up so much crap.
I know I'm not the worthiest scrap.
Even I need something to hold,
like the concept of a soul.


I'd drown for you, I'd die again
and I'd even let you have your way.
In the end, I'm alone again
because you've got someone else for today.

October 1st 2008 19.21
A Tool