Televison dials completely out of style
And no one is sure if they work
Frayed wires hanging above remains of hopeful mice
Who took a roll of the dice and tried to nest on top of that box
That once projectected murmurs of wars
Books stacked on books water stains mixing with the artwork dye
Atop the loft of literature there for looks sits Catcher In the Rye
A story built the same year as this house
A clasic build with a vintage tone
But no proof that this house was ever a home
Books stacked on books in a cart table
That once hosted Monday night rook a cold neighbor of piles of dust
Evidence of rust a pinackle for broken trust
Books stacked on books by five frozen beings seated at the kitchen nook
Newspapers block the faces of what are asumed to be parents
But it's a parent there's no connection
Just existence in the corrolation between DNA and similar genetics
Fammiliar faces to each other but no souls connected
No wires intertwine just covered by the same physical canopy
Genetics may define similarities but don't always define a family
With books stacked on books disrepairing lack of emotional continuity
The sterotypical story of drones in a thriving society
Missing out on the proclomation that they need to team up
Because deeper recession is always coming
Books stacked on books sharing stories of families like these
Not voicing in the fact that we aren't struggling or are we
With boys from war ariving home
Missionaries being killed without access to the phone
Heartlets selling their innocence to put meat on thier bones
A fallen union now a broken home
The similarities to the brokeness overseas
In this cold family is the fact that just those broken hearts
Our houses are empty and the lack of love
Does not discriminate against the rich or the wealthy
Brokeness affects all those who lack the love of a family
And maybe mom and dad decided to leave you alone but you have family
That want you to sit on the right side of a beautiful throne
Cause you don't deserve to live empty