Missing/Maybe It Stays This Way

Well

My keys are gone

I checked by the kitchen sink

under the piles of mail

under the weight

of everything

Looking–looking

I keep looking

Seems nothing moves in this house anymore

crumbs on the counter

cold coffee on the table

dishwater

murky

Chorus

Maybe it stays this way

Maybe it stays this way

maybe

Rain

hitting the window

pounding on the roof

harder than the sound of

my pulse

pounding in my brain

The ceiling has a stain

shaped like the

Sovereignty of Nowhere

I used to know where things were

I used to have a plan

Water rises slow

water rises fast

Drowning in the living room

chairs float

I can't sit

Watching the clock spin backwards

Ticking telling tolling

Is this what it is?

Will it stay this way?

I used to fix the toilet

I tried to fix the hinge

I tried to fix myself

No luck

Just wind

the sound

of walls that spin

the sound of defeat

The keys are gone

The walls listen

Will the floor ever return again?

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