The Dirty House
I’ve lost count of how many times my kitchen table has hurt my feelings
My head doesn’t like it when i fill it with thoughts i can’t relieve
There’s so much time, but not enough
Do you ever think about
the second that just passed
and how it’s left without saying goodbye
with no intention of coming back?
My head doesn’t hurt anymore, but my face does
If you cry in an empty house, you’ll hear every detail in the sound of your cry
and it will make you cry harder
I want to clean the house and I want lay on the floor
After i scream, I promise i’ll never ever make another sound again
I constantly put myself in the difficult situations my life will one day encounter and i feel them
as if they’ve happened already
I cry for things that haven’t happened yet
and i’ll cry again when they do
I’ll clean the house and my face
and pretend this was nothing
Nothing is really anything
according to science
and men who don’t believe in anything, but deem to know everything.