Bins

I sit and arrange my life

Into bins and circles

Where they best suit

What my moment's need is till it goes

Floating over and counting

The borders and miles

Im partitioning others

Into folders and files

So love me while it suits your plans

Cause lord knows you don't suit mine

I'll give you all i can get

But we are so low on our time

So i'll leave a piece of me

As your phantom limb

That will hold you like i did

When i was there

My labeled life

And my sensible, stark sense of self

Make maps and spreadsheets

That itinerate me through this shell

Floating over the bridges

I've burned or let froze

Rationalizing my actions

Through the life i have chose

I look toward all that's looking out

I'll crumple up all these blueprints

And i'll set it alight

I’ll rip and tear out the wicked ends

Of my horrible mind

So love me while it suits your plans

Cause i've cleared all of mine

I'll give you more than the best

And i've got nothing but time