This House

This house is full of women

Playing guitar, cooking breakfast

Sharing trauma, doing dishes

And where are you?

What if one day I don't know you?

What if one day you leave?

And all confused desire and time-zone changes

Change what's left of you and me?

Maybe it's all the drinks you're buying

I was feeling like a kid

Spying on the hidden porn store cameras

Waiting on your graveyard shift

And now you're out in California

Just like you always said you'd be

And did you ever even love her?

Or was it rooted in companionship and timing?

Well, I'm not the one I was then

My life was folded up in half

I guess I owe it to the timing of companions

I survived the year at all

At all, at all