Mew

They are useless
Income cures
all angst and that
trick of yours
no one to leave the light on
to help you chose the right song
I tried do right but it's wrong
Nothing feels right
with you gone
Over hedges high
climbs a smiling spy
Who now will shift your shoelace?
And wipe the crumbs off your face?
No one should get what you got
Nothing should end where you start