Bright Eyes | Contract and Compare
There’s this boredom that drowns everything.
Bottles break, music plays, conversations competing for space
I look for a corner or a quieter room
There’s no heat in this house
I can’t breath with these words in my mouth
But I’m not going to say them
Yeah, I’ve made that mistake before
On the stairs, she grabs my arm, says “whats up,
Where you been, is something wrong?”
I try to just smile, and say everything’s fine.
The current season of my life: waiting.