Thirty One Years

The old oak door is laced With berries from the yew tree With poison ivy in the frame I turn the handle Feel the burn Allergic to my growing pain I wonder if you feel the same As I do when I'm here And you haven't been home in Thirty One Years This place is a mausoleum It is a shrine A sepulchre I have separated Myself from using time I know it from pictures I took with my eyes I know the place I know the disguise I wonder if you feel the same As I do when I'm here And you haven't been home in Thirty One Years Loneliness keeps me company Like a fever keeps you warm The poisonous nostalgia As I cried on the floor About not going home About leaving my home How I'd never be home again The foundations have slipped Somewhat since we moved They've slipped somewhat Since you were there Fifty years in the same place Does coming home make you feel scared? I wonder if you feel the same As I do when I'm here And you haven't been home in Thirty One Years I wonder if you feel the same As I do when I'm here And you haven't been home in Thirty One Years