It’s not the end of the world
It’s not even the end of the day
But you’re watching
The minutes
The hours
The spiral time and space can’t stop it
She was your favorite girl
But you kept pushing kept on digging
Until she walked out and
The minutes
The hours
You’re manic sweaty sleep won’t come and
Home
Dirty home
Picking through the trash
It’s all that you can stand on when you’re
Home
Filthy home
The address and the stress
Somehow guide you back and you’re alone