Missing Teeth

Make your way back home
To the other side of town
Or, anywhere I don’t come undone
But you hold my hand and you promise me
That we’ll be just fine when we fall asleep
You’ll be the one that holds me up
But, when you’re gone, it’s all just
Black holes, black sheets, black eyes, black clothes
Black cars, black streets, black skies, black holes
I’ll be the one that’s given up
Make my bed and leave
Soap and shower cleaned (?)
Tugging at my sleeve, «I need to leave.»
Hope you got that job at the bakery
It keeps escaping me, crazy me
Heard you coming home
You’ve been gone all week
I can feel the gaps like they’re missing teeth
You’re the one who keeps me up
But, when you’re gone, it’s all just
Black walls, black sheets, black eyes, black clothes
Black cars, black streets, black skies, black holes (walls?)
I’ll be the one that’s given up