His baby bottles grew into sippy cups
And grew in concentration
Till everything he did lost dedication
And his sippy cups turned into real cups
Filled with anything you could imagine
Cups piled around him
And the liquid inside could fill a sea
Just like his tears
His hearts tears
And yearns for his baby bottles again
The days when his mom fed him
But now he makes his own cups
And they sure as hell arent filled with milk
