Where to run
To this wall and back
Hit it hit it it it it it
Till you it
Hit so much you don’t feel anything
And you’re the wall
It it it …it
It it
Every evening tiptoeing so there is no
Argument so there is no me around
But even my silence is causing trouble it’s annoying it’s to much
Here have another whiskey and drag me on the floor again
This floor is dirty old it is it it it
Why it’s just not it
Would be so much easier if it’s just it
It
Waking my mothers shoes now and I promised myself not to!
Yet this walk took me here
to the wall
And now I understand- I always blame her
Thought she must be somehow guilty
too laud too everything
That there is no sunrise and sunset
in this random house called home anymore
there is no peach trees
There is no walks to the forest and no more my dog.
This memory doesn’t change
Deposit - it
despite knowing he killed the dog
He started all arguments
He want it more whatever this was
And now I’m walking the same shoes
Maybe worse maybe just fitting me in
In
In
I walk myself into this
Eyes open
Others eyes open in disbelief
It was ok when it was just me
Now
It’s her here with me
And I’m tiptoeing to try to keep home which I’m missing so badly yet hate
It’s just the taste of the peach
Which is no longer sunny
It’s just it