I feel like this is where I end
In the parking lot of a thrifty wash
Sitting in my car
Reading and writing poetry.
Just quit one job
Coffee stains on my arms from the one I worked today
All I want it to tear it all down
How is this my life?
Rip off the bandaids
How did I get here?
Tear down the walls
Why am I still here?
Tear up the carpet
Sell the parts of this broken life and just leave
Fly away in the dead of night and never look back
