List creased and yellowed

Crossed off your name

Still set on finding who is to blame

Back to the country

You made yourself

Broke all the windows

It didn't help

Don't feign to look under the table

Don't ask me what things I would change

I'm already testing your patience

And it's coming apart at the seams

One

Step

Turn

To see

I'm catching on something

I shouldn't be asking

The asphalt beneath me

It wouldn't believe me

There's nothing to go on

Since you moved away from

The room with the curtain

That made you so certain