When Grace Is What I Need

I cling to you like cicada shells,
as hollow as a bead.
I want you to fill me up
when grace is what I need.

I look to you like a little child
just learning how to read.
I want you to say I'm right
when grace is what I need.

I come to you like a punctured tire,
on a car still guaranteed.
I want you to change me quick
when grace is what I need.

I wait for you like a passenger
impatient for your speed.
I want you to come right now
when grace is what I need.