Come Round Soon by Sara Bareilles

vice

i gather all of them
up

in my arms (like flies),
my vices

(one by one)

i throw them down
while

holding on (and you, you break
over

and over again, ripping
open

boxes

like somebody else's christmas
until, finding nothing,
you return

to light it up
just

one more time) and
i come back.

i throw them all (in your face),
the reasons

i subscribe to you.
i

blow them out
(like smoke)...