She said you’re sad

I said you’re sad, and you’re spilling everything I don’t have to

She said to be alone for a year

She said that everyone will leave if I don’t get it together

Like nothing, like every fight I’ve ever heard, like love

Like the lie that’s sold and told again, like last weeks of lives

The regrets that already bore me

Every door that leads to better or for worse

Like walls, the structural façade, like the waiting

Always waiting for the next big thing to come

Like the risk I always take, and I am told to take no risks

And if that’s the way I live my life I’ll just end up like this

Making midnight calls and offerings and breathless arguments

The venom that I can produce, the holes I wear in all my shoes

And I know we do this to ourselves, and I know how we all wind up

I know that we’re all worse for wondering

The work our own hands can produce

The better side of all bad news