The House
Simon Joyner
She drops an ice-cube in her drink
I pour mine into the sink
She'd like to burn a hole right through me
The way she stares so intently
This must be love
Both of us have fallen
She slaps the left side of my face
Now I've been put back in my place
I'm supposed to be disgraced
But it feels like TV
Is this really me
When did I lose my body
She fills a pillowcase with pills and perfume
She takes her clothes out of our room
She breaks everything she sees
Everything she can see
That just leaves me
For I've become invisible
She starts the car and drops over the hill
Now the house is awfully still
The house is awful and still
But if I ask the walls to fall they will
And soon winter will arrive
And the snow will find me hiding
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