Stop Buying Things
 the kettle can’t bring
 me love not a thing
 can’t warm my skin or sing like you
 no thing can boil my blood and sting like you do
 someday I’ll stop buying things
 that don’t give me the high that’s missing
 there’s no room between
 they’ll never be what was you
 no blanket can hold me
 no bath plug can stop up this hole
 or control this blue no cup
 can catch this spill
 stay filled with the feeling of you
 someday I’ll stop buying things
 that don’t give me the high that’s missing
 there’s no room between
 they’ll never be what was you
 someday I’ll stop buying things
 like I’ll stop missing you
 I’ll throw everything out of the door
 You must use objects without hearts just like you
 someday I’ll stop buying things
 that don’t give me the high that’s missing
 someday I’ll stop buying things
 like I’ll stop missing you
 someday I’ll stop buying things
 like I’ll stop missing you
 the nightgown I bought
 never unwrapped
 the planned-for vacations
 we never packed
 the dryer out-back
 the clothes that are wet
 even the things
 you didn’t give me