this house in which you live
the one your soul calls home
you find that it is best kept
together with muscle, gristle, and bone

it could use a coat of paint
as you watch it age
try and spruce it up a bit
before you're forced to draw the shades

there was once a safe
that held your memories
long ago lost the combo to the lock
and can't remember where you placed the key

in the old neighborhood
you find you're not alone
your friends for years have camped out here
and you're all too tired to get much done

all this as you sit inside this house
the one your soul lives in
waiting for the landlord
to come by and collect the rent