Wishing by Fertility House

Kudos to anyone making something out dust
I keep trying but it’s never enough
Labored hands and fruitless projects
Wanting something to couple with those lonely magnets

That day you left and we said we were done
And all my friends gathered around me one by one
But they’ve gone back to their lives and I’m still here
Wishing they hadn’t gone home
Wishing I wasn’t alone

Days are day are days swallowed up inside more days
I can’t stand quick enough to avoid the haze
With no direction of the safest way out
I’m caught in a cloud of carcinogenic doubt

That day you left it and we said we were done
And all my friends gathered around me one by one
But they’ve gone back to their lives and I’m still here
Wishing they hadn’t gone home
Wishing I wasn’t alone

Life’s a dumpster fire
People gather when the flames are at their peak
And no one’s around
To deal with the smoldering
These hands are so cold
With no one around to warm them
We baptize the children
But we’ve got to warn them
We spend all our time
Crafting these lives for ourselves
The plans are only as good
As that somebody else
Meticulously slaving
On this jigsaw puzzle
A half home of cardboard
When they leave you for another

That day you left and we said we were done
And all my friends gathered around me one by one
But they’ve gone back to their lives and I’m still here
Wishing they hadn’t gone home
Wishing I wasn’t alone

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