Out in the rain for the last time you stumble home

Telling yourself that you're better off all alone

Nobody complains about the dishes in the bedroom

Or counts all the corks of the bottles you consumed

The cat in the grocery bag on the kitchen floor

Is the sound you mistake for your lover coming through the

Door

The radiator could've been the sound of turning keys

As you hear it from the bathroom where you're crying on

Your knees

Tried to steal my soul

Spinning out of control

Took what I thought was mine

It's my turn, it's my time