Missing Teeth - Wishing

Make your way back home

To the other side of town

Or, anywhere I don’t come undone

But you hold my hand and you promise me

That we’ll be just fine when we fall asleep

You’ll be the one that holds me up

But, when you’re gone, it’s all just

Black holes, black sheets, black eyes, black clothes

Black cars, black streets, black skies, black holes

I’ll be the one that’s given up

Make my bed and leave

Soap and shower cleaned (?)

Tugging at my sleeve, «I need to leave.»

Hope you got that job at the bakery

It keeps escaping me, crazy me

Heard you coming home

You’ve been gone all week

I can feel the gaps like they’re missing teeth

You’re the one who keeps me up

But, when you’re gone, it’s all just

Black walls, black sheets, black eyes, black clothes

Black cars, black streets, black skies, black holes (walls?)

I’ll be the one that’s given up