Inopportune

If I come home now, I can do no wrong

But habits formed in winter stick around for much too long

Solitary desert snake, no magnet to your coil

The poison's got the drop on me

Get home before I boil

Form and function, family-fitting glass

Repossess the rest of me

I know the debt must pass

Though he may have no part of me, his fascination sticks

Could I dig out from under sand and stand on top of brick?

How could it not heal me

When their whispers turn to hiss?