walking bones

choose your own direction

go have fun

some place else



bring your soul

and your Beach Boys records

I can't stand

to have you here



so worn out

cold and dehydrated

the fortune is spent

and dad is in space



every home should have a mom in love

and a daddy in space

chinese porcelain cats

to guard her love

in the window space

show her some respect

she's all worn down



for years to come

I will not forget you

as my son

as my pain



time will heal

what now feels so wounded

tears are spilled

and the holes will fill



every home should have a mom in love