Lyric

Paper all over the counter

Milk in the sink, going bad

I lined up the change in a circle

Like that might fix what I had

One fork, one plate, one candle

Still the room feels half-built

I bought a new mug for the silence

Then left it there with the guilt

Bag by the door, half open

Keys in a bowl like proof

I keep making small decisions

Like they could point to you

CVS receipt

CVS receipt

A little proof

I was trying

CVS receipt

CVS receipt

Blank on the page

Still buying

Late-night tabs on my statement

Little red marks in a row

Soap, gum, ice cream, and batteries

Things that don’t mean much, I know

I wiped down the counter again

As if clean lines could hold

What the chairs keep saying to me

When the apartment gets cold

Bag by the door, half open

Savings gone, but I’m here

Trying to crowd out the echo

With what I can still steer

CVS receipt

CVS receipt

A little proof

I was trying

CVS receipt

CVS receipt

Blank on the page

Still buying

I don’t need a grand goodbye

Just someone to know my shape

The sink keeps the marks I miss

And the counter keeps the trace

CVS receipt

CVS receipt

A little proof

I was trying

CVS receipt

CVS receipt

Blank on the page

Still buying