Call it off
If you're still down to talk
Can you read
My letters upside down
Because I'm hanging from the ceiling, always
My shoes above the door
I've got friends who see me
And friends that I ignore
And a parking lot
Is hard to walk upon
When the concrete cracks
The same way every day
And I'm drawing a map despite this
Respite, "I'm here to talk"
The pain in my feet there always
Shaving off my thoughts
See, all the books I read
Makes no difference in between
A stray dog in the street and in this dark
I think she's lost