Forgive me for the mess on the floor
I left my socks and dreams all over the carpet
Spilled my coffee and lies on the table
I clean it along as I clean up my broken pieces
Those that broke for you
Those that broke before you
You take off your shoes at the door as if it would make a difference
Don’t mind the mess, I tell you
I tell you so many other things too
Like I got that couch from my mother
And the bruise from my father
My sister got me that blanket
My brother hasn’t called in 7 months
I apologize for the mess
I don’t let people in very often
You’re looking at the pictures at the wall
You ask me when it started to go wrong
I shrug it off because let’s avoid talking about my broken past
I made that mistake one too many times
Don’t make me the topic of this conversation
I don’t want to talk about me let’s talk about you
I don’t want to be reminded of what I can see in the mirror
I’m living this life you shouldn’t do it too
Maybe I shouldn’t have let you in
But you knocked so nicely