It's the end of the day shleter worker's goodbye: will
I see you again? For every cat that's put down,
every young child's life as the return with mom to
a bad situation. I was not ready for this.
In that emptied out feeling your third cup of coffee
gives there's a lie that the sum of your underpaid
work is a freezer full of bodies of this perfect purple
welcome-home bruise. This steady shelling would crack
anyone. This steady shelling would crack anyone.
Close the door. Let's lie on the ice-warm tile and
forget why we're here. This steady shelling woudl crack
anyone. I hope they don't hit the silence before my
shift is done. This brand of solace comes on blindly,
like a star-eyed loveless kiss.
There's a private addiction that's kept as a crutch
in the heart of every single last one fo us.
I long for the day wheneach breath has another waiting
as backup. I long for the day when the door locks for
good and we can climb our of this war-torn trench.