Dally the seconds into hours or months
And let the itch take you away
The home you’ve known you grew up alone
Missing allowances from the daze you’re in

You keep your feet up off the carpet
The white **** you’ve been begging to clean
The dirt stains and wine spots are all there is and then they’re not
All permanent fixtures are your wealth to be seen

We put the weight in rotten boards
Under the baggage and in with the dirt
The secrets are bound in leather notebooks
We burned them before we got caught in the words
The danger is losing yourself to a man’s coy looks
I’m scared of the hollow in me
I ask it to be filled and they always comply
But my demons need room to breathe
I evacuate the air so they can multiply