The armoire that you found by the dumpster While visiting your sister's house It looks fine in the living room where the others You've rescued go to die That old mirror by the bed Without much of anything to reflect Save for a few holes in a crippled bed post Shadows that don't move Cob webs in the corner A dead spider on the wall I'm home but I'm not home Boxes in the basement that were spared From rising waters Discarded blood-stained drum skins and sticks Rest on your mother's mattress I'm home and somehow while I was gone This house I'd left for dead had lingered on I'm home with my own family in tow Everything is the same but different I'm home again The devil knows I'm born again But I can't hold these walls up on my own
