Bum Thread

Coming apart
Isn't it coming apart now
Trying to start
Doing things smart
But I don't know how

You and your mom
Haven't a thing to remember
Other than all
All of this life
We've lived together

'Cause a bum thread is frayed at the edge of my hem
It's something you said
Flirting in everyone's hospital dress
You made a mess

When I make the bench
That in itself would be something
But you'd hang your legs
Over the edge
And I'd start melting

I have a total
Of seventeen words to describe you
He who is wise in the art of love
Doesn't praise his beloved
Until he has him

'Cause a bum thread is frayed at the edge of my hem
"It's something," you said
Flirting in everyone's hospital dress
You made a mess

This isn't like you
This isn't like you at all
You don't sound like yourself
This isn't like you
This isn't like you, so who are you now
Whose is the face that you're talking through



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Writer(s): Benjamin Aaron Cohen
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