Fallow Field

[Verse 1]
(A cappella)
The key to the lock I haven't bought yet
Sits cool on the tile where your purse was just set
(Music in)
The landlord on Zillow said 'no pets, firm'
So the spider plant on the sill is my only concern
It's been six weeks without water in my head
Just to see what it looks like when something is dead

[Chorus]
Drawing the blueprints for a fallow field
Practicing the quiet 'til the quiet feels real
Learning the ache of a room with a view
That doesn't have you

[Verse 2]
The echo in here speaks a Creole I forgot
Tastes like cold griot from a styrofoam box
From the Tuesday last October you flew home to see your mother
I paced this ghost floor, one foot then the other
Mapping the shadows the streetlight will make
For my own damn nostalgic and poisonous sake

[Chorus]
Drawing the blueprints for a fallow field
Practicing the quiet 'til the quiet feels real
Learning the ache of a room with a view
That doesn't have you

[Bridge]
You said, 'This place finally feels like good soil'
So why am I checking the taproot for spoil?
Is this the rent for a peace I was lent?
A down payment on borrowed breath?

[Outro]
My palm warms the key I still haven't bought yet.
I'm just getting ready, is all.