My house is cold except for the kitchen that you keep warm
My house is cold You walk in and out you do not say where you've been You chase away the smoke from your vape with one hand in the other hold your joint you'll head out and freeze your body in December chills to smoke burning your throat burying any word getting out. My house is cold you leave the balcony open chase the pigeons with one hand the other hangs on your phone Mum says it's like a teddy bear Sorry there I said It It isn't cute and not even a little bit. My house is cold and through the window dirt it's obvious now That's how you like it like your mother does you mummy's boy My house is cold I come back home and always start an argument The air hardens edges acts like cement. My house is cold when I come back and Yours is too Except for the kitchen you keep warm Can't hold yourself together but ritually you bake Your secondary escape Trying to keep this short and sweet Like what you make high as a kite But yes, Ritually you bake Apparently it's a habit Something else I think I've never had I think I never got it