[Intro] [Verse 1] The glove is still on the nightstand Left side, near the lamp that stays off I count the creases in the fitted sheet One fold for each hour, roughly The smell of antiseptic and skin Does not mean what it meant before The cap left off the tube, the small cap I noted it where it lay, I logged it [Pre-Chorus] I write it down the way you'd write a number Room temperature, time of departure No disturbance to the surface Only the weight of what was here [Chorus] Latex and after, held flat against the palm Latex and after, the mouth that kept its calm One breath suspended, one door at the frame Latex and after, I inventory your name [Verse 2] The pillow holds a pressure, not a shape I press my thumb where your shoulder was The foil on the floor, the folded edge I filed them both under evidence A coaster ring on the dresser, half-dry I have not moved it, I am noting it The thread count on the sheet, still readable I write the number down beside the time [Pre-Chorus] I write it down the way you'd write a number Room temperature, time of departure No disturbance to the surface Only the weight of what was here [Chorus] Latex and after, held flat against the palm Latex and after, the mouth that kept its calm One breath suspended, one door at the frame Latex and after, I inventory your name [Bridge] There is a word underneath all this counting I have not said it, I will not say it here The room tone holds at fifty-two decibels You were warm in the way a procedure is warm I think that was always the drape they pull back [Chorus] Latex and after, held flat against the palm Latex and after, the mouth that kept its calm One breath suspended, one door at the frame Latex and after — I still have your [Outro] The glove is still on the
