Processing, like a carpet cleaner
in the house
Where I couldn’t sleep a solid
three or four weeks,
Three AM and past
where the vacuum might run
in the house
i couldn’t sleep
Ignored the holes in plaster and
broken doors, near-
broken, like violent hands
ignored pleas to stop
in the house
i couldn’t sleep
i couldn’t leave
You there, leave him, leave me,
But you could and took all
but me, awake every night
you weren’t there to watch me
in the house
i couldn’t sleep
i couldn’t leave
in this house
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A very poignant speaker voice, and I love how the refrain has an added line each time.