Oh there’s something
Coming over me
It feels empty, it feels light
Cleaning the kitchen
In a strangers apartment
Gotta mop the floors
Gotta make it look nice
I love the sunlight
Pouring through the window
Makes me feel beautiful
As it burns my chest
I used to wonder
Where I would be
If i didn’t have your love
Guiding me
And here i am
Washing the floors
Soaking the dishes
Rearranging the drawers
In a stranger’s apartment
Twenty bucks an hour
Inhaling the scent of a chemically
Composed flower
Every small thing
Is meaningful to me
The craigslist woman
Who loved astronomy
The ceaseless barking
Of the neighbor’s dog
Missing your call
To have a talk with God