It's 4:30 in the morning
And I'm crawling out of my skin
Your words have been playing on loop,
for six hours straight inside my head
This house is excessive
I can feel all of the empty space
Weighing on my chest
Sometimes I wake up to the sound of my
own pain, echoing through the walls
The floors creek when you're not home
The sink never stops dripping
It mocks me as I wait for something
That's never coming
I'm exhausted
But I don't think sleep is
Stopping by this week
I left it in your pocket
You took it with you
I haven't had it
In at least 3 weeks
I'm falling apart
I might tear our room down with me
Maybe then you'd come home
Rebuild it
Or just set it on fire
Finally
Watch it all burn away with me
If only you'd burn away with me