Apr 30, 2007 20:06
it almost looks brand new
except
there are burnt frames where the posters were hung
there are skid marks on the flooring
tack holes in the walls
traces of glow-in-the-dark stars
dust on the curtains
i used to dream here
my dad came to my door lastnight
and apologized
i wished he didn't
we're doing this for the better
we're doing this for the better
we're doing this for the better
no?
in the end
everything becomes measurements
60 pounds of trash
where the memories used to be
home,
family