Nails

It’s been a couple years and a couple nails since we saw the roof fall through
The collapse left me deaf and struggling to find what I could reuse
Every swing beats in a rhythm
I’m pounding away
To get this fucking building to speak my name
The creaks and groans only serve to show me that the walls are far past repair
And the foundation has been rubble for an age
The slab has cracked the surface is decayed
Rot has taken hold
The mould has resolved to infiltrate every single pore to the core
It’s always hungry for more
Gnawing away like a rat on a dead limb
Tearing apart our last leg
Mud logged dragging boots towards another couple wasted hours and hours and
hours
I’m bleeding time again
Miles away from where we began
The clock doesn’t move backwards when you’re hanging from the rafters
We were burning at both ends
We were burning
We were on fire you and I
We were burning alive
It’s been a couple ties and a couple rails since you had ahold of me
That cutline is overgrown but I’m still haunted by that ringing
I thought I drowned you in the lake
I thought the current dragged you away
Flailing in the white wash I thought I pissed you right out of my mind
And I can barely stay awake
I’m walking wired trying to get away
I’m falling down the staircase I used to get out of the muck and the mire
We were on fire
We were burning alive
Every swing beats in a rhythm
I cut and I grind and I wish someone would tell me what the fuck is going on in
my mind
I dread meeting with you every single night because the fucking sun erases
every trace of you and I
Every trace of you and I is erased by the pale sunrise