You dropped to your knees so quickly you were barely through the door. Told me how hard your day had been. How you needed me to make it all better. Because this is how you make sense of the world, isn't it? You turn your brain off and you hand it over to people who know what you need. People who can make you feel something other than a crushing disappointment in the way your life turned out. So you come to me, and you give me control.