Away

I leave the lamp on just to hear it hum

Which clicks loud in this tube

Still hanging by the kitchen door

Somebody came and forgot the one

No past names I don't call

They're a cup of coffee cold by the sink

Get there so I don't have

A blind spin, a streetlight in

A view just to hear it spin

If I sing low, maybe it'll stay

Maybe the room, know this place

By the shape of the ache

Nights I laugh at the mess I make

I fold up small by the end of the day