I'm covered in marks, bites, ticks, scars, stains, torn up fabric
My pockets are full of receipts and wrappers

And remnants of things that I still have to deal with
Would it be okay if I recorded the sound of you
Throwing our shit around downstairs
Would it be okay to smash a dish if I beg forgiveness immediately

Would it be okay to wander off
I'll take the shitty car, I'll leave the credit cards
Drive to the Midwest, sleeping at rest stops
Play jazz on the sidewalks

For gas money
We could move to Normal Illinois
Would it be okay if I gave up
Move into a bunker underground

Hunker down with canned goods and musty blankets
After a week or two we would know what to do
We would have to try again
Pin up your hair, bundle the papers

Make a bag of shoes and frozen tobacco
We can't sublet this
Who would respond to the ad
Who would fix the porch

Who would find the drawer of cushions
We need the cushions now
Maybe we need to move to Normal Illinois

Cancel the plans, we'll drive to the city
I'll feed the meter, you order paninis
Tell 'em no lettuce
I'll turn the radio off when it starts to upset us

I'll just listen to you
Nothing to think through
We'll drive slow
I never sent the text you told me to send

I found a figurine
That reminded me of myself
A soldier on a surfboard

It only can move when the surface is smooth
All the same feelings are coming around again
Raining down again
Seeping into the bag of shoes again

We could move again to Normal, Illinois