Housekeeping

You sit on the floor,

broken like clouds.

You scratch your knees 'til they crack and bleed.

I walk out of the door,

naked and bored,

and raise my head to the weeping sky.

You call my name but I can't answer.

You call my name but I can't say anything.

We looked at the sea,

sat on the edge.

I gripped your hand

until my fingers hurt.

Now, somebody screams on the same dirty beach;

he throws down his arms

and he falls to the sand.

You call my name butI can't answer.

You call my name butI can't say anything.

You call my name butI can't answer.

You call my name butI can't say anything.