List creased and yellowed
Crossed off your name
Still set on finding who is to blame

Back to the country
You made yourself
Broke all the windows
It didn't help

Don't feign to look under the table
Don't ask me what things I would change
I'm already testing your patience
And it's coming apart at the seams

One step
Turn to see
I'm catching on something
I shouldn't be asking
The asphalt beneath me
It wouldn't believe me

There's nothing to go on
Since you moved away from
The room with the curtain
That made you so certain