The Armoire

The armoire
That you found by the dumpster
While visiting your sister
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
Well 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

Well, I'm home and somehow while I was gone
This house I'd left for dead had lingered on

Well, 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



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Kinsella
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