Old windows and old floors that aren't soundproof
Forty year old cigarette habits
And a dying town
A town full of people who hope they'll get washed away by the tides in their sleep
A town full of people who don't want to talk about how much they've spent on smoking or why they didn't just get a ******* divorce
Multimillion dollar homes and unpainted wood
It feels unfinished to me, but really
They're empty
I couldn't sleep through the ghastly silence
Of dying people who will never walk onto their five acre yards or 25 acre forests
It's too hard for their old, decaying bodies
Old lights that twinkle with effort to turn on and shut off as though they've been holding their breath
These people are holding their breath
They think they can never change and things will get better
Nature will bend to their will and they can get back to their old, dusty lives
But nature has just over grown
Sends it's condolences for the death of the woman who is still alive