NO [mail at the door]

A Lonely Heart

Is the loudest thing in this house

I’m good at it

The fast

People and the sun

I know they’re there

But I’m the reason they don’t come

Spitting and living

The same covered In tape trying to fix

With my name etched in the stone

In this graveyard alone

Phone with no calls

Texts, or love letters

I know there’s better

Do I

Or why

Would I

Even need that

Do I want it

No

Yea

No

NO

NO

NOOOOOOOO

Dead silent

No sound

Can’t be found

Lost treasure

No map

Missing direction

With no help

I’m taking a trip

From this

So listen to me

I’m leaving the key

Under the mat

Take it you can keep it

I don’t want it anyway

I’m tired and falling apart

Looking for a new start

But then I remember

Who, and how I am

I’m permanent

Stuck not moving

Always the same

The routine never changing

So just

Leave the mail at the door

I’ll get it tomorrow

I’m busy sitting here

Peering from bloodshot eyes

Heavy face, and a fading smile

Darkness where they lurk

Letting me know it’s safe

Trapped in my lie

Built in my life

Moon cast

Rivers flow

Raft flipped

Bags, cloths, and bodies float

Is it enough ooooooh

Is it called self love

Or detonation when I realize too late

No

Yea

No

NO

NO

NOOOOOOOO

Ooooooooh

No no no

One chair one table

Only used to take up space

Creates shadows

To cover up my tragedies

What I show is what you see

But when you leave

Only the walls and mirrors see

The real me

Popped lids on bottles

Cabinets opened

Sink running

Shower dripping

House with everything

But the living

Where the dead call

Portal doors covered in vines

Blood, glass, and dead skin

On these shaky hands of mine

So just

Leave the mail at the door

I’ll get it tomorrow

I’m busy sitting here

Peering from bloodshot eyes

Heavy face, and a fading smile

Oh

So are you going to let me down

Or keep me standing here like a clown

You know this is a choice

So go ahead and flip the coin

Call it annoying

I call it standing with meaning

Yea

So are you going to let me down

Or keep me standing here like a clown

You know this is a choice

So go ahead and flip the coin

Call it annoying

I call it standing with meaning

Yea

Dressed in smoke

DNA made of fire

Being around such a lier

So yea sell my soul

There’s a buyer

That’ll find it

And fly higher

Yea

Phone with no calls

Texts, or love letters

I know there’s better

Do I

Or why

Would I

Even need that

Do I want it

No

Yea

No