It's the day that I've been saving for
And the change was building up in the pockets of my eyes
Trying to slip out, dying to crawl between the couch cushions.
I spend every day erasing solutions,
Then retracing their faint outline to claim a new idea.
And these aspirations would find their way
Into neatly labeled cardboard boxes,
To be squared away to even out the losses.
The ceiling collapsed when that attic got full
The panic collapsed with a routine breaking rules.
I peaked at your back when you undressed the meaning
And I kept my shoes on as I followed every step.
What is regret if you forget it was broken?
The soles have worn down, now I walk with hands open.
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