Have I been too worried

Am I just holes in streets

I can't sleep

Cooped up on torn upholstery

Vinyl left alone

A tie on the floor

Was always off

Felt always

Vinyl left alone

A tie on the floor

Your suitcase

Is half empty

Does my memory

Still seem fake

Sewn into fabric of jeans

I'm watching shade

Shift into hardwood floors

Open door

Inside I wait

For something

To pull my face

Does my memory

Still seem fake

Sewn into fabric of jeans