Meant to Be
When I take you to pieces
I cannot reassemble you
This frustrates me and confuses me
There's not a single screw
With machines this task is simple
I acquire them in the same way
Against their will and for a price
I know how to tame my prey
It brings me joy to take apart
The things that I adore
I butcher them in a loving way
Keep their pieces in a drawer
But I will easily be brought into a rage
foaming round my lips
When i cannot find and instrument
To reattach your hips
I will make you work again
I've tried many times before
The other loves I tried to fix
I keep beneath the floor
When my concentration leaves
I'll go back to my routines
But the time will come when need takes over
And life will need it's lovely scenes