These boxes hold nothing
But someone else's cares
In time we will learn to
Forget they're even there
The pictures on these walls
Behind their broken frames
They tell all the stories
With someone else's names
This is not the life we made
And those are not our sins
These are not the plans we laid
And this is not
The order of things
The lamp on the table
Still flickers off and on
The wires are frayed
And the paper shade gone
The bed in the corner
Is stripped and lying bare
The nightstand
Is holding
A note that isn't there
This is not the life we made
And those are not our sins
These are not the plans we laid
And this is not
The order of things
The window hangs open
Just as it was before
As god is our witness
In time we'll close the door
I only hope we have
Enough faith to survive
Or enough drugs
To persuade us
These were someone else's lives
This is not the life we made
And those are not our sins
These are not the plans we laid
And this is not
The order of things
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