HOUSE
This house aches
I whistle its little tune
After so much noise
Freedom is silence
Half the house is missing
It took half of me with it
I had imagined it
Suffering in a different way
Suffering in a different way
I still have the stereo
Silent at any volume
Like my muted thoughts
Echoing viscous and slow like the sound of some big bell underwater
When she cries it hurts me
And when she smiles I wish to die
I fear I know myself
Our eyes stare outward while we hide inside
Looking at it but not seeing it
Looking at it but not seeing it
The open windows
Today let in the spring air
And the birds sing their little song thank God cheerful and insignificant
But silence here finds a way to stay
A sort of explosion
God, if you hear me
Give me a hand or destroy me
Do you refuse to cast accusations too?
Come on, do your worst
But free me from this curse
I built this house on solid ground
But now it’s crumbling, it’s falling down
Will no one here scream for help?
As it crashes down on itself
Looking at it and not seeing it
Looking at it and not seeing it
Clinging to this pain
Is not okay
Is not okay
But we try again
We try again
House