When you get

The way you get

You are like a cold brick wall

Found just where the exit should be

No way out but to feign responsibility

And backtrack as if we have no problem

But you are the mason alone

And you are the cartographer alone

Because you can’t control your temper

You are that child thrashing about

With arms and legs flailing, screaming

And you can’t make it right

You never could, you never have

You leach onto the hope of guilt

And you breach brotherly love

Because you are parsimonious

Because you are ungenerous, unkind

You let me buy

You let me drive

You let me tend to you

You are very devoted to you

When you get

The way you get