Grey Lining

This house is so clean

Glass tables spread with new magazines

Can I stay for a week?

You can kick me out when I break something

From the guest room I see

Your garden stretch out, it's like oceans of green

The maid calls me for tea

And the tiles depict Mediterranean scenes

And it's all been added up

Laid so a life can lean on it

So please don't bring that up

No one wants to hear that shit

Every night in my dreams

I lift glass figurines from a shelf in the hall

Each delicate piece

When I pick it up, it just can't help but fall

Can't hold anything

All machines, clothes and cars, they just crumble and break

When they touch my hand

'Cause I feel like I'm holding the hand that made them that way

But this house is beautiful

You could live long lives in it

Please don't be so dutiful

No one wants to hear that shit