This Desk

This desk is filled to the brim
Numbers and letters, they fly in the wind.

But I’ve got some laundry to cover up those holes
And they’ve got some makeup to cover up those moles.

Empty bottles of plastic and glass
Just like mirrors they fall and they crash.

But I found some glue and some scissors
So maybe I’ll write you a note
And I found some paint and some glitter
So maybe I’ll draw myself a boat.

But I’ve got some socks that hide the toothpaste
But the brush is wearing thin
And I’ve got some hearts sitting in ice trays
That melt when they’re dropped in
And I’ve got some ribbons in the corner
So maybe when I get bored
I’ll tear myself to pieces
And use the ribbons to sew new cords.