Shoddy Repair Job

The nail and the hammer
the boards and the beams
you can't scaffold this love
you burned it like my dreams;
hollow shell of everything.

Did her words bring you
to her memory or was it
a cold shoulder and a lie
that you had the right?
No one has that right.

Patch it and sand it smooth
paint it and color it rouge
but darling I know the truth
it's not the house we made;
it's a shoddy repair job.

The little hands on floors
the laughter echoes more
nothing to be here for, love,
we are ghosts and memory;
we are not what we were.

Patch it and sand it smooth
paint it and color it rouge
but darling I know the truth
it's not the house we made;
it's a shoddy repair job.