The silverware's mismatched
The ceiling's overcast
This place is where I've passed
    Many restless nights

Clothes cover the dining table
The television has no cable
I find myself no longer able
    To stare at empty screens

The cabinets are in disarray
The lampshades have all bleached to gray
The walls are shrinking every day,
    Compressing memory

The plastic blinds now gather dust
The shower heads show signs of rust
The china cabinet lacks for lust
    Glassware foggy with neglect

Heavy doors block out all sound
Loneliness litters the ground
But you're never coming round
    And my chest is boarded up

Secrets hide within this home
And our minds forever roam
To that for which we can't atone
    This house is breathing sin