Interiors

I burn up in empty rooms and stare down hallways

And the light still finds the peels in the painting

Everyday

We’ve been spending too long inside

And we’ll change our minds to new ways of thinking

Everyday

Should’ve maybe tried sooner

I look at your eye line

You stare at the floor

Now you’re looking as tired as the paper on these walls

Then I start to remember why you came

Can’t ignore all the silence and expect me to explain

How we change our minds to new ways of thinking

Everyday

How if I gave you too much you’d drown

How the longest line, cast while I was sinking

Ended me

Should’ve reeled me in sooner

What if it was now a sound?

Would you play it back?

To deafen yourself and then just disappear

Would you play it?

It’s all packed but you never sent

Neatly sealed, perfectly addressed

‘The one who’s living in hot water’

It’s the vigour which you dismiss

Thoughts that hide behind silent lips

Always wading through hot water

Take the covers off of me

Who drew the line?

A steady hand, a steady hand

I burn up in empty rooms

I burn up in empty rooms