Part of Your World

Satellites:
More obedient than stars.
You plant them and they turn,
Spinning 'round your axis,
Doing what you please

Oh please, spare me
'Cause my blood don't rush,
And I don't stutter
When I discover your self-centered
Galaxy of lost-

Lost purpose,
Lost direction,
Just plain old losing of oneself;
Of yourself
And myself
When you just happen to grab and pull me
Into your cloudy
Atmosphere

And constantly,
Consistently
Rain on me;

Hoping so hopelessly
That I'd be that flower
That survives your soil

Hoping you'd have someone
To share your world
While controlling
Every
Aspect
Of hers

So please, spare me
'Cause I got my own planet to run