Grandpa's house lay a bit embattered.
The family split up since his burial.
Bitter fights over the family business.
I tell ya, if he were here today...
He'd say life compared to death
Is so surreal.
My dreamhouse burns to ashes
Everynight before the dawn. sA
I rummage through and find a familiar
Bone to carry on. All those
Memories I thought were long gone.
I got to let them alone. Let them
And all that you have.
Is easily taken.
All that you give.
Usually mistaken.
Take off your dresses
Lay naked on the bed...
The Trickle Down System
Comes a pouring into
Your head.
When we were younger, we were more
Like purveyors: Purverse, Purposeful.
And full of neglect. These days we
Have been reduced to Surveyors:
More Severe, More Soulful, and
Actually capable of some respect.
Take off your uniform.
Passed the point of no return.
Ashes to ashes. return to cinder.
Maybe I'm a ponderer... Sweet drunk
On a pond of her tears.
Take off everything.