Apartment 7

My grandparents are laying in bed dying
and my mom's on the phone crying
She's apologizing to me for my childhood,
while my dad is in a meeting
standing tall but not proud
"My name is A, my family brought me to AA"
My brother still won't speak,
at least his girlfriend lets him weep
from time to time when he finally breaks.

And I sit
alone in my yellow apartment
trying to make sense of it all
My hands are restless
my vocals are rusty
my eyes are getting really puffy...
I really have no clue
what is I could do
All our skeletons are walking out of the fucking closet.

I text my cousin
who plays music in a different state each day
If I could I would
trade lives with him, maybe for just today
Then I'd pass the trip around
to my mother
so she can she really does deserve
a life so much better
To my brother
so he can just get away
To my father
so he can see it all in a sober way
To my grandparents
so they can finally smile.

But I'm just alone
in my little yellow apartment
On the bad days, I don't care if I die this way
because my hands are getting really restless
my vocals are really rusty
my eyes are even more puffy.
I just need
a god damn clue
about I should do
to keep all these skeletons
in their fucking closets.