I would tell you to quiet down
If you spoke
If you made me the point of your frown
I melt and sift through the cracks in your floor
To a cheaper view
With an open door
I go out to see people again
I talk and I talk
No one listens
To wake up cold though I’ve dreamed of heat
Proves just enough
To break me

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