Compromise

the phone rings but I hesitate they'll want an answer but I'm in no state to decide, to cry, to love, or even to speak I sit and stare inside the wall I think if i pull those planks this whole damned house will fall but that's too much change, too scared, too weak so I settle for the easy fix because you can't fight fire with gasoline and sticks it's my job to fold, like a sieve, I'm made to leak