...they'd say "Stop smoking".
And I'd breathe in deep and hold it still, just to drown them out.
My house is drenched in noise.
Talk radio whispers in every room,
and sounds of online poker games, and vacuum cleaners.
If these walls could hear...they'd wish they couldn't.
My house is always filled.
With last years calenders and expired coupons.
With televisions buzzing bright, and a kitchen full of dish piles.
With people pale as envelopes, and swirls of cheap perfume.
If these walls could move...I would have no house.
And I'd breathe in deep and hold it still, just to drown them out.
My house is drenched in noise.
Talk radio whispers in every room,
and sounds of online poker games, and vacuum cleaners.
If these walls could hear...they'd wish they couldn't.
My house is always filled.
With last years calenders and expired coupons.
With televisions buzzing bright, and a kitchen full of dish piles.
With people pale as envelopes, and swirls of cheap perfume.
If these walls could move...I would have no house.
Current Mood:
high
Current Music: journey-don't stop believin
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