Home
I call it linoleum floors
A rotting wood porch and kids
Singing to 80s pop songs
I sleep in my clothes and dream
Pretty terrible things
I wish I could dream of you
But it gets harder each night
I barter your light for lust

Sleep
For most of the day if I can
I'd rather not go and dance
Because you're always too close
You step on my toes I can't
Think of a way to say no
Or think of thinking of those ways
Why would I want to get up
I'd probably fuck up some more

Home never seemed so sad
Kids never seemed so sad
My dreams never seemed so sad
You never seemed so sad

Sleep never felt so good
Your dance never seemed so sad
I can't but I wish I could
Some days
I am so fucked up