And I’ll Deserve Just That by Touché Amoré
A branch leaves its leaves, the soil is begging please don’t make another mess this season. A storm with a six letter name. I’m responsible for this hurricane. A big box if IOU’s rests inside my chest, with my hand holding a letter wishing you my very best. I did not sign my name, I’m responsible but won’t take the blame. A northwest climate on the brink of breaking, that’s behind your eyes while my hands are shaking. A revolving door that has no shame. I’m responsible and will not change. This homebody doesn’t need anybody, this body would rather be left alone. This nobody doesn’t deserve anybody, it becomes clearer as it goes.