They are useless hiccup cures
All except that trick of yours

No one to leave the light on
To help you choose the right song

I try and do right, but it’s wrong
Nothing feels right with you gone

Over hedges high
Climbs a smiling spy

Who now will shift your shoelace?
And wipe the crumbs off your face?

No one should get what you got
Nothing should end where you start