The ceiling fan it blows in my room the hurling air it circulates the percolator down the hall is burning from the lack of water the metal turned brown the kitchen’s face frowned the stale smell of sparks and old coffee grounds
the flies still circle the steel sinks the traps don’t work the vinegar stinks
The dirt on the floor sticks to my feet I step outside just to track up grease
from the front walk next to trash bags my landlord won’t take after nick’s backlash

I leave here tomorrow and i’ll be back again in a safe haven I don’t know what I have till it’s gone, gone

My family flew out for my last college soccer game it rained all week and fog filled the NorCal Bay I was exhausted but jog and stretched toward those complimentary breakfast leftovers then knocked on their door was greeted with warm sensations of comfort its something you can’t buy the joy in their eyes familiar smiles they haven’t seen their son in a while

University, my friend’s girl left him he lost his head his presence faded away i tried to be there no words could be said distractions were best but

Feelings fade away in time Often there’s nothing to say, to say

I leave here tomorrow and I’ll be back again in a safe haven I don’t know what I have til it’s gone, gone.