I'm scraping the burnt crust off the overcooked sourdough
That i've mustered together with my bare hands
Covered in flour after picking potatoes out of the soil
I unzipped a folder watching a breads slow rise
In a miniature oven
And upon my surprise, a laborious effort of mishaps
Motioned in tinfoil
I forgot to turn (the stove off)
Watching it all burn (so beautiful)
Set the house alight (I told you)
The cedar in the ice (keep an eye on it)
A deeper hole will form (don't say it now)
Upon our precious home (Antarctica)
Fifteen years later we returned to this freezing hellhole
In an attempt to piece together our hulled out chests
And found the crevasse contaminated in overgrowth
A liberal decoration of sea creatures
Had spawned a child of their own
With all the worms in the cedar grove
Leaving slime on the big block letters
Of a sign I hoisted, way back
When I dated a real estate agents daughter
Upon rocks and sand its risen
And its land mass rife with seabirds and salmon
I raised a glass to the alibi we have in common:
A miniature oven
The cedar in the ice (that's melted)
For lease is on the sign (you hoisted)
The lines around your eyes (have deepened)
It took me by surprise (i'm leaving)
It put me in a bind (hold my head back)
I've been so terrified (that won't go far)
A stronger bond will form (don't say it now)
The fabric has been torn (between us now)
I'm pretty sure