I brought you your own words back
Gave you the imprints
Of your sentences you carelessly left
On the tip of my nails
My fingerprints with missing
The same day I went to find the outline of my hand
I've never been good at tracing and drawing anyways
How the word artist only reminds me to let go because
Painting only hang on to walls
The last nightmare
I remember being in a gallery
People were everywhere
And my heart was on display
While the sunlight was so desperately
Trying to feel in the empty spaces
On the wall of my empty house
So desperately wanting to fill full again .. Tired
Of everyone leaving
Their furniture behind
With the windows open wide
Door locked
key still under the mat
In case anyone remembered
To come home safe
Even if its where the heart breaks
Sometimes I get tired of the way my heartbreaks
How come you didn't take your shoes off at the door
I keep telling people their foot prints are not mine
Stop leaving them behind
I try to stop following them
But I don't worry to much
Cause they end at the sidewalk
And I never cross the street anyway