Sit Calm Deck Fire
Have I been too worried
Am I just holes in streets
I can't sleep
Cooped up on torn upholstery
Vinyl left alone
A tie on the floor
Was always off
Felt always
Vinyl left alone
A tie on the floor
Your suitcase
Is half empty
Does my memory
Still seem fake
Sewn into fabric of jeans
I'm watching shade
Shift into hardwood floors
Open door
Inside I wait
For something
To pull my face
Does my memory
Still seem fake
Sewn into fabric of jeans
