𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗢𝗹𝗱 𝗛𝘂𝗿𝘁

Why does morning crack Right as the dark backs down Why does that screen door say You can step out, but not leave town I watch rain stripe the glass Map streets I can’t explain Every answer bends in two And comes back with a new name I keep asking the floor I keep asking the door How did we end up here with nothing to carry for Why do I feel like this Why do I move like this Same old hurt, same old fear In a different coat Why do I carry this Why do I bury this Same old hurt, same old fear Nowhere left to go Why do the same hands build What the same hands tear apart Why does a tired heart still reach When it knows the fall from the start Why do the little sad things Hang heavy in the room A bent spoon, a torn-up note And the quiet, empty gloom I keep asking the water I keep asking the weather How do we hold our joy And come undone together Why do I feel like this Why do I move like this Same old hurt, same old fear In a different coat Why do I carry this Why do I bury this Same old hurt, same old fear Nowhere left to go Maybe the world is made Of open hands and scars Of almosts and maybes And the space between the stars Maybe the question stays So we keep looking up Somewhere in the stars We can learn to be enough Why do I feel like this Why do I move like this Same old hurt, same old fear In a different coat Why do I carry this Why do I bury this Same old hurt, same old fear Nowhere left to go Same old hurt, same old fear Nowhere left to go