Headstones and Land Mines

Headstones and land mines

Flowers and red wines

They buy you nice things

And they sing pretty songs

But it doesn't help

Oak trees and dirt piles

Funerals and mistrials

They say pretty words

And they hug from 6 feet

But it doesn't help

And nothing works

But time

And it all hurts

But it's fine

Chaos and carpet

A study in scarlet

The room doesn't talk

And the furniture nods

As I pass

Heights marked in pencil

Kitchen utensils

The books don't say sorry

They don't crowd and touch

They're just observers

Collecting their dust

They know that nothing they say is enough

So they don't say a thing