Shutting down in the first room I ever broke in.
Shutting up to realize I put myself back there.
And I was writing on the walls and driving 30 miles
every few days, just to stay sane.
And I'm blurring out the year so I don't remember how
I fell, and how I failed, and how I felt none of it.
This household of broken homes will never be derivative
of the houses we grew up in. We're safe here.
And now I can forget how I fell, and how I failed, and how I felt
none of it.
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