Put me together

The mornings, like from Harry Hole's book: they're full of broken glass,
Just one more step in hopelessness puddle I see: my routine is a total mess.
Not looking for a preacher or a teacher to tell me I make up my life clumsily,
Not keen on lotuses on water*, but don't mind some decent company.
So my sweet soft control - won't you help and put me together?
Not a grateful type though, but I promise you won't regret it for ever.

The naughtiest student's up and about to prove it, thus don't seek peace of mind -
I don't seek it either, just one more dirty mystery for the cypher to hide.
My mailbox always opens for your letters, as long as you take care of my fix
If it's about carrots and sticks - not so easy, but so pleasant to mix.
So baby, won't you help me stop this falling to pieces?
This room's big enough for two of us, as well as for our crazy scientists' ideas.

No use in waiting for me begging, but won't you stop this disassociation?
Like clouds in the rain, I'm sick of each day's indignation.
Okay, if I say "please" won't you, my tease, come and put me together?
Program with a bitter lipstick, order in brand new black leather...
Won't say it twice, my dear - this fluffy whisper in your ear means "Stop this falling to pieces".
Write a welcoming paper to our fucked up life - now it's time to burn down the bridges.

* - игра с метафорой "water on lotus leafs", что значит ненастоящую, мимолетную дружбу, ненадёжных приятелей, от которых ждёшь только ни к чему не обязывающих сплетен.