I wanted to exit, bad at mending

Can’t shake, don’t purposely over bake

The thoughts they keep sending

Estranged and over lines set center

Worrying about what’s ahead

But hey, shrug, I’m just a renter

Pull up baseboards, hammer floors

There’s gotta be something under here

A city of dead behind half hanging doors

Rooms filled with wood the termites soften

Skylit stairs with broken ribs

Yards filled with DIY paper-mache coffins

Too many exits like this to nowhere

Nothing for the living to stop and see

Rerouting… next exit miles from here