I make a honest living breaking in, yet you thank me for the crime. Verse and reverse, I spin the code, clickin' pins in perfect time. A gatekeeper with a sleazy grin, your secrets are now declassified.

I push you out of bed and launch the cat. I bubble up where the earth takes a breath. I mark new starts and thaw old maps.

I might come from berries juicy and sweet, Or from some extra fuzz I can be sticky, I can mean stuck, Or I can be music when friends try their luck.

Where do you find the closest bridge to you?

Sweetness crushed underfoot. The smell of neglect. Or, the imperative.