Are We Wicked?

Are we wicked?

Are we mad?

Must we try all we’ve ever had?

Are we mended?

Are we fixed?

Broken pieces that no longer fit?

We used to be so fun to play with.

We used to be new. We used to shine.

We used to be able to make you happy.

We used to be new. Didn’t we?

Are we wicked?

Are we stale?

We’d like to know, but we just can’t tell.

Are we tender?

Are we soft?

Worn and rusty, when did you get off?

We used to be the one you would choose, every time

We used to be new. We used to be new.

We used to be the one you would never share.

We used to be the best. We used to be the best.

We used to be the one you would sleep with.

We used to be new. We used to be new.

But now we’re wicked. Now we’re mad.

And wickedly crawling to you.