You're the Cup - Shannon Wright

Up the hill to a vacant lot

There’s nothing to see

Walk the pillars to settle in

And find that you’ve turned from me

You’re the cup and you’re the drink

That keeps swimming up north through the stream

I’m the raft that got filled with sand

That keeps knocking about in the drain

My hands are laid out to persuade a gathering

Hair is polished and shiny trim

Just keep a friend in me