Wanted: Schrödinger’s cat, dead and alive.
What is the worst thing you can steal?
Is it something imaginary or real?
For to take what is not yours
By riffling through my sacred drawers
You seek and grab and spread
I can’t believe you even checked under my bed
You stole away into the dark, drab night
You were soon gone entirely from my sight
I thought I had it locked securely away
Kept safe after fray after fray
But you did not care for locks and chains
You stubbornly took hold of my heart’s reins
And now I have fallen deeply for you
And I can once more imagine what it would be like to be two
So now I sit beside my phone so silent
Waiting for the ringer to turn violent
Until then I’ll put out a wanted page for my thief l’amour
And hope that it will bring you once more to my door
Thank you for listening.