I had no idea what I was after, I'm just preparing for disaster
with everything feeling so far away.
Familiar faces, familiar lips, is there any point to this hanging
I was upset when that glass broke doing the dishes. At 11:11
every night I make wishes.
Habit and superstition feed my foolish fires; they've been
burning for a couple of months.
I stay out all day to keep these thoughts away. Why don't you
give my feet a break and come back?
I remember in the kitchen when you told me your grandma died.
That's when I realize it gets worse.
I want to wish things last forever, won't you thicken my soft
skin, you comfort me so and I remember, remember
When I walk through that door I won't hear the happy sounds
anymore. This year took so much away and won't give it back.