I refuse,   Refuse to weaken my will,   Adhered here glue to these neglected sheets,   Stranded on,   Abandoned on my own two feet,   Tenants of   occupants of indifferent streets      Oh poor infant,   You only took an instant,   But now you're soaking in it,   You're in for quite a ride,   My poor little   flopping on the griddle,   Still bloody   in the middle      Conjuring,   Coaxing out my bravest face,   Suffer through,   Careen through rooms of tired eyes,   Whining high,   Like an engine fed on spite,   Too much to take,   Too much luck,   I dump the clutch every time      Through the womb,   Into this mess with me,   It was no accident   I had to have some company,   Through the membrane   Out you came,   Reluctantly sure,   I bore you selflessly,   But I had to have some company,   company, company, company