All those big words

Sister is ready not ready is ready not ready is now is now is now is not ready ready.

She cannot respond
There are no words to say
Ready not ready now I'm...
Is this 1 minus the numbness?
I wouldn't call it numb
She was just pretending then
Now this is real
Now this is this is this is
Something else entirely
Creeps up from the fissures
Pours in through the seams
You couldn't see it
You're not looking
Bounce to and fro; spontaneity
Erratic behavior
I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE
You're not the only one
There are billions just like you

You remind me of home
The paint cracks when the water leaks from the rusty pipes that are just beneath my feet
You remind me of home
The heater's warm but fills the room with a potpourri of dust and gas fumes

You remind me of home
A broken bed with dirty sheets that creaks when I am shifting in my sleep
You remind me of home
In a suburban town with nothing to do, patiently waiting for something to happen

But the foundation is crumbling
And becoming one with the ground
While you lay there in slumber
You're wasting your life
Wasting your life

You remind me of home
Sitting on a thrift store couch, I'm trying to get this all down
-Ben Gibbard