I could’ve asked
To stay a while
To draw the time
Out like a line
After all of this crying
I’ve finally made my peace
You were never gonna love me
I Make my bed
So I can sleep
Through the dead of the night
Til the late of the morning
Open the windows and air
the house out and clean the sheets
Hoping the new air could
come through to erase me
Maybe you’re a lucid dream
I try to keep
Locked up in my mind
But you’re another casualty
I try to keep
Buried in the yard
Cleaning up the evidence
The trace you left
Is gone and buried underneath
Staring at the ceiling
Wrapped in linens
With the faintest hint of bleach