My Teeth

In my dreams my teeth keep falling out
falling out
falling out

I don't mind so much,
They seem to grow back easily.
But the more that fall,
The more nervous I get.

I try to hide them behind my back...
Drop them down sewers...
Fill my pockets with them...

It hurts as they grow back in
Pushing up through my gums
Knocking the teeth before them out
Growing into the open spaces

As each falls I ask myself,
"Is this a baby tooth?"
And I keep deciding they are,

Which means they will grow back
It does not matter
So very much

But I'm afraid that soon
I'll realize they're all grown up
And I'll lose them

And they can't come back ever,
Ever,
Ever.