Song About the Family House

Watching the floor shake under me quickly

I’m brittle as they come

And my roof is getting old

It can hardly hold the decades I have seen

Even in the sun

And how do I keep the living room intact?

Exactly as it was

If I have to commit it

And rebuild it in my memory

There’s nothing cruel as the route

Of the truth from your mouth

That I hold close to sentiment

When a moment is undone

But my home is a house

And not any city I’ve talked about

So bury me on Jefferson Street

Replace me with concrete

And all of the stories I’ll keep

Between family

It’s just me