RECOVERY LOG 077
FRAGMENT 4963
LISTEN
The kettle's been cold since noon Your shoes by the front door stay I stare at the same blue stain On the wall where the paint gave way My phone face-down on the chair Three dishes in the sink untouched I know what I need to do I just can't make my hand move much It's not that I don't care It's not that I don't try I get to the edge of it Then I let the whole thing slide I just can't bring myself I just can't bring myself To start To start I just can't bring myself I just can't bring myself Tonight Tonight The laundry's still on the floor Like a map I can't understand I opened the drawer closed it Then stood there with my empty hands The day keeps asking for me With its stack of little demands But I'm sitting in the corner Watching my own hours pass It's not that I don't care It's not that I don't try I get to the edge of it Then I let the whole thing slide I just can't bring myself I just can't bring myself To start To start I just can't bring myself I just can't bring myself Tonight Tonight Maybe one small thing Maybe one clean plate Maybe one step one breath Before the weight If I move don't ask me why Just leave the door unlatched I'm learning how to come back From the edge of that I just can't bring myself I just can't bring myself To start To start I just can't bring myself I just can't bring myself Tonight Tonight