the kitchen

I'm in the cold, bright kitchen & I'm gonna clean until I crack
I wanna be someone you miss when you can't sleep on your back
all of your house plants are dying, but I was too widespread for you
so you'll write our songs for the inbetween while I sleep independently blue

why couldn't you, why wouldn't you...

I'm going to take every thing I ever wrote about your heart
put it in a broken down dishwasher & hope when it's clean we'll be back at the start
cause my throat has caught on fire & my abdomen has gone on strike
my thumb is probably broken, but I'm willing it opposed with all of my might

why couldn't you, why shouldn't you...

standing upright in the bathroom, cutting my hair
planning my next military move just to get myself away from here
where you can't show up at my backdoor & pull my heart out of my mouth
watch it spill out onto the floor & then slide all over it on your way back out

why couldn't you, why wouldn't you...