When I Was Your Age Pluto Was Still a Planet

I'm trying to glue back all the missing pieces of the puzzle

Blown and scattered with no hope of repairs

You've left it blank for me to fill it in

With the reasons I made out with a vengeance

From a dead chest cursing youth

Grabbing and tearing until I'm all content

Extracting all the youth from your mind

Piecing and gluing the shit that's left of my brain

Then I see you and ask

What fucking planet are you on?