Home? Sometimes I wonder If my home is just four walls, And three broken hearts. a
Just like glass breaks into shards b So easily, it falls apart. a
Like the empty spaces between a house of cards, b Between the walls lays void. a
Takes one breath from the words you speak b As if it were an asteroid a That leaves it all bleak. b
The cards fall over and over a Yet we build it again b Although we know all of it is over a Why do we build it again? b
the house of cards falls silently, a Like the deafening silence on the dining table of grievers. b But a house of screams and anxiety, a Doesn’t feel good either. b
So worn out they’d tear apart, a The cards of hearts fall. We played a little too much with the hearts. a
Fall has arrived, a The cards of spades fall, b The leaves are dried. a
The wealth has perished a The cards of clubs fall, b These memories are all I have, to cherish. a
we’re breaking, it has begun to ache a The cards of diamonds fall b Although diamonds don’t break a
The cards are falling a I am sick of picking them up b The cards are sprawling a Yet again we are building it up. b
It has fallen again a Yet we pick up the cards b because we like playing these games. a
Our house of cards a Slit our skin with paper cuts, tearing it apart b Leaving us scarred a