Screaming telephone lines and the way you sleep
And everything reminds me of her
And the way I cry when the microwave beeps
I show so much emotion towards all my appliances because I know they've forgotten the feel of her hands on them and I know I haven't
And clicking keyboards when all I want to do is lie on the floor and forget how to think
But I know that'll never happen because she used to make me think about the universes that are in my veins
And **** we were such cliches
But the piano strings keep snapping anyways it doesn't matter if it's been done before
So take all the slush on the highways and pour it inside my home and suffocate me because then it'll make sense when I tell people that's what it all feels like
And the bus is screeching and we go screaming by her house and I don't realize just how much everything has changed because I can't sleep at night what with the freezer yelling at me to stop putting ice on my wrists
So the oven keeps yelling at me to take my head out of it but we baked a cake in there once and I want to see if it still smells like her
But not the her at her funeral with the too shiny casket and the ringing cellphones and the smashed glasses
So many flowers and I remember wishing I could get rid of flowers forever
And now I'm living with all my metal appliances screaming at me to forget her name and remember my own
But I can't I can't I get lost in shiny countertops and brushed metal sides and forget I have sides they just disappear and I am floating in a sea if waiting for the phone to ring and letting the fridge stay open
So maybe I'll stop sticking my head in the sink when I get too sad
And just start letting the water run over my hands