Static in the Floorboards

Left the front door unlatched again Just to see if the draft

would feel like company.

Got a half-empty mug on the nightstand,

Cold enough to leave a ring on the laminate key.

You keep sending three-dot bubbles on my screen,

Typing out a speech you’ll never say to me.

I’m sitting on the kitchen tile,

picking at the grout,

Trying to remember what we used to fight about.

And the bass from downstairs is humming through my socks,

Counting down the seconds on a dollar-store clock.

You want a dramatic scene?

I’m way too tired to scream.

So give me something I can break with my hands,

Not another speech about your five-year plans.

We’re just static in the floorboards,

noise in the wall,

Waiting for the ceiling or the curtain to fall.

You say I changed my mind—yeah,

I changed my mind,

I got sick of keeping quiet just to keep you aligned.

Throw another match in the kitchen sink,

Watch it go dark before we have time to think.

Smells like wet asphalt out on 4th Street,

Headlights cutting through the rain on the dash.

You always liked the idea of a girl with a bite,

Till she turns around and bites you back.

Now you’re leaning on the fender looking misunderstood,

Like you’re acting in an indie film that isn't any good.

I put my hands in my pockets,

step over the curb— Don't ask if I'm fine if you don't

want the word.

’Cause the engine’s still running,

idling loud, Lost in the middle of a two-person crowd.

You want a dramatic scene?

I’m way too tired to scream.

So give me something I can break with my hands,

Not another speech about your five-year plans.

We’re just static in the floorboards,

noise in the wall,

Waiting for the ceiling or the curtain to fall.

It isn't poetry.

It's just two o'clock.

It's a key in the ignition that refuses to turn in the

lock. You wanted dynamic,

you wanted a spark?

Then don't get surprised when we're stuck in the dark!

Don't get surprised!

So give me something I can break with my hands,

Not another speech about your five-year plans.

You say I changed my mind—yeah,

I changed my mind,

I got sick of keeping quiet just to keep you aligned.

Throw another match in the kitchen sink,

Watch it go dark before we have time to think.

Watch it go dark.

Watch it go dark.

Leave the keys on the counter.

Lock the door.