the weather's all the same here in this sea of things

you'll go on about coffee
and tulips
and rain
and i'll claim to feel the same

i tried to tell you that the waters were rough but you didn't listen and here we are in a hallway of boxes full of
weeds
and dishes
and a bicycle from your youth
but i cant find the tape

we seem to be like that, nowadays
a slight tone
or sly remark
but we never really settle
and the open lids on the boxes taunt me with the promise of shutting for good

we've been half-packed for a while but im not strong
and you're a good man
i just hope you remember that

and the locksmith comes on tuesday to take the chains off your heart
i'm just hoping in this sea of things i can find the key because ive been homesick for a while and im not good with fresh starts