Crumbling The foundations of the house Sunk Lower than the bags under my eyes I hadn’t slept in days She had Of course she had I was the one being punished not her The taps dripped The mould took hold Again We’d survived a move, a death, a pandemic And this fucking city But could we get through this festering rot I’m not sure And not even drink is fixing it these days Nor drugs Legal Or otherwise I’d kill for sleep For decade long solitude Yet no, now I weep For the courage to just end it all But I won’t I promised someone And I’d rather live broken Than die and break an oath