Kitchen Floor

No will to live, long to fill yourself with

Lies that barricade, you hide behind

No one sees in first-person

What you do, who's knocked you down, or fucked you up

When you collapsed there on that kitchen floor

Miles below what you've tried to ignore

All the dates you saved and the magnets placed fade to grey

There's the ceiling fan and the whimpering dog

The sun shines on the uncut lawn

But you feel the same as a rainy day

With one ear to the floor

You made plans to leave someday

But your east coast blood and brains are likely designed to stay

Heard an old man tell his tale

Teary eyed he speaks of love and how it fucks you up

When you're lying there on that kitchen floor

Cool tile on your cheek, ear, and jaw

Tempted to attempt a prayer right there in his name

All the crumbs that rolled just out of reach

The words you weren't sure would even hit the fan

Start to sound insane

With one ear to the floor