Hole in the Wall
(3.8
4.16.21)

You’re slowly sinking in
I can feel your breath on my neck
Your voice is fading out
I can hear your sigh as you come around

Every now and then
I think it might be okay if one more time I give in
If one round more leads to banging on the door
I suppose it’s better than there being a hole in the wall

You’re quickly losing it a second time
I hear your curses so clearly
My vision is blurry
I’m glad you can’t see me
‘Cause you might get stirred up and break things

More than twice in a week
You come home angry to me
I hope it makes you complete, one round more
And if one round more leads to banging on the door
I suppose it’s better than there being a hole in the wall

If one round more leads to me not sleeping on the floor
I suppose it’s better than there