Feel like a thief about to break in

Standing outside a broken window

My breath is warm, the air is cold

Hear noises of insects in the green wet grass



I'm not gonna sell what I have stolen

It's something that belongs to me



The floor simmers, I am nervous

Place my hand on the entrance wall

There are shrieking whispers in the closets

Layers of dust on every surface



Please wash my head in a bucket of water

Rinse every corner of my body



Feel like a thief about to break in

Watching people pass on the street

I wish to own the glow in their eye

Because they are so beautiful