This feels like the kind
Of dark, warm night
When you'd leave us
Forever.

This feels like about the time
You'd start crying
Begging, pleading,
Swearing you've had enough.

I've seen you cry
I've seen you angry
I've seen you point fingers
At everyone else.

And so this feels like the kind of moment
You'd start blaming us
Again,
Like always.

This feels like the kind of disaster
That would finally make you give up
And you would finally leave us,
Forever.

This feels like the kind of weather,
With our broken, unkempt, and unlit house,
When you would hate us
Forever.

So yes, this feels like the kind of
Calm, unforgiving night
When you'd point a gun at your head
And leave us, forever.