My Feet Need Hands

Dear feet:

You do not exist solely to throw yourselves into my mouth

One of these days you're going to kick my teeth in

You belong on the earth

Keeping me grounded

On the road

Helping me move on fast

But instead you keep tripping

Making me fall for guys who only exist in memories

Are you the one who's kicking me in the ass?

Because I can't sit or settle

Skate or peddle steady

Dear feet:

Can you stomp on my head already

Crush my skull so I'm less hardheaded?

Did you rent a room in my heart

Because every time I think about the future my atria skips a beat

Is present the only thing for which you stand?

Dear feet:

You claim you want a run or pedicure

But all you need is a hand.