count the cracks beneith the floor one more breath and more more door you ask me where i been i point at the unpaid bills the kettle clicks itself awake while i reherse the word i never say i keep the list inside of coat of every promise left to rot your name is folded near the seam like something small i couldnt draw dont make clean this up dont make me call it growth im standing in this still with full hands of smoke the halway changes shape at the night the ceiling lowers an inch i hear the neighbors moving chairs like their preparing for the worst you say the damange isnt new as if thats easier i watch the paint peel from the wall and practice looking ordinary If i go quiet it isnt peace if i stand still it isnt sleep if i say fine dont let me through I'm only trying to disappear from you
