Housefire

So many pretty words Spew from a broken brain So many pretty clothes Stretched over breaking frames Houses that wish to be empty Fade like their poisonous paint Raised high above head to offer Something for someone to take You can come into this house Take something off of the shelf Press it into your bare skin Crush it and see if that helps There will be days that are different I cannot see them right now cll that I hold here is anguish It's getting harder to let it out So many pretty pills To fix all the things going wrong So many pretty prescriptions cnd copays like tips for a song One you hear in the dead of the winter From an old man, alone, with guitar Not looking up from the pavement ct the drunk sea that pours from the bars You can come into this house Take something off of the shelf Say “it doesn't look like the pictures” Say “you don't look very well” When you come back and see it on fire The windows and doorways have burst You're welcome to watch my undoing cnd don't say a prayer for me first We're all trying to forget that we are here I'm scared we're gonna wake up when it's over Halfway between brave and brutal Like the american idea of a soldier Last moments in the suburbs, impaled with a sign That says “at least they were property owners” You can come into this house Take something off of the shelf When you come back and see it on fire The windows and doorways have burst You're welcome to watch my undoing cnd don't say a prayer for me first