Kettle

I write, fingers cut same blood as yours

Can't make it flow but I know

A stunted way to grow and I scream

And the kettle screams, "I'm so sick of it

And I want to go home

(But I'm home)

I want to hear you feel it

Say it like you mean it"

Bad half of each of me

Hey, heard you downstairs

I want to catch you in the kitchen kissing

And holding hands when walking

And the kettle screams, "I'm so tired of it

And I want to go home

(But I'm home)

And you should breathe it

Say it like you mean it"

Years together alone, life together alone

Steal truly happy lives

Please last, please try

I know they don't last, no, I lie

I want pictures of you crow's feet-joyful

To hear you laugh across the house

'Til it's painful

Then the kettle screams, "You're so tired of it

And you want to go home

(But you're home)

You want to hear you feel it

Say it like you mean it"