It's Funny

There's a vibrant floral square Up on the parlor wall there Where your smile once contently hung From your young face Amidst the first and all the dust That Father Time done raised up That now reside all residentially In that duller space You know, it's funny Before I took the frame down I don't recall your cheery gaze Wanderin' or followin' me 'round But, now, it's creepy Because the longer I stare Somebody must've burned your eyes Into the paper, I swear I swear There's a tear stain, tea stain And a few cents of loose change On the sofa where I'd hold ya Through the eye of your storm Beside the fire, below the mantle And your face floral form It's hard to fathom that these flames Once ever kept your feet warm You know, it's funny I got so used to your touch When you were here and pulled me near It wouldn't phase me that much But, now, it's creepy As I'm alone on the couch I feel somebody leanin' on me It's you body, no doubt No doubt I tossed the couch and tore the paper down The parlor is new Rolled on a deep shade of blue Made sure to paint over you Now steppin' back, although it's hard to see Your face anymore Swear I can hear the eerie creek Of your cold feet on the floor You know, it's funny I thought the hauntin' was done But now I see that our love house And our love coffin are one It's just too creepy Which no decor can prevail There's only one thing I can do I put the house up for sale Up for sale