092 Noise

ARCHIVE #092
Noise
Newbies Prompt Log AI
Track No. 092
Format: MP3 (320kbps)
Lyrics
He came back that summer with a bag by the door and the kind of face already comparing rooms I was making coffee when he asked why I left the stage The kettle clicked off before I answered My good shoes by the door kept their mouths open I gave them nothing One bag by the door, one pair of shoes One cup on the table, cold by noon Small evidence, small evidence, the room kept what I left behind I called it noise The next time he came back, he brought her After she stepped outside, he asked why I married his mother I said her coat stayed on the chair one day longer than planned Then another At some point, moving it felt more intimate than leaving it there Her cup kept finding the sink. Her key learned the lock I didn’t make a promise I just didn’t make it stop One bag by the door, one coat on the chair, one cup in the sink like it belonged there One pair of shoes, then one pair more Small evidence, small evidence, the room kept letting her in Years later, he came back with a boy of his own The boy ran hard through the hallway Small shoes Too much speed His laugh arrived first The wall took one hit, then another A red truck disappeared under the couch within the first hour I found it three days later Then left it there He asked, was I like that I looked at the wall, then under the couch Your truck stayed there for three years after you outgrew it I let him look where I was looking One bag by the door, one coat on the chair, one truck under the couch that I left there One pair of shoes, then one pair more Small evidence, small evidence, the room kept what stayed small The kettle clicked in the kitchen Nobody moved The porch light hummed A shoe knocked the wall My son reached back without looking and caught the boy by the shirt before he ran too far I knew that motion The half turn The hand already moving The quiet correction before the cup falls One bag by the door, one coat on the chair, one truck under the couch that I left there Small evidence My mouth stayed closed The room kept the rest My son slowed down without noticing His boy held on to the back of his shirt I saw it happen I said nothing The kettle breathed once

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