Cardboard Boxes and Little Houses

My body is weak.
My memory deceives.
My nature is cold
And condescending.
Your body is bleak.
Your memory repeats.
Your nature is bold,
But you're just pretending.

So let's get dolled up.
Let's play dress up
For a little while
Before we throw our smiles,
And we wake back up.

My eyes have grown tired.
My mind is still wired.
My bedroom is cold,
The walls unbending.
Your eyes are both liars.
Your mind will retire.
Your bedroom is old,
The sheets are blending.

After all these days,
After all this hate,
I'm still faking to miss you.

So let's get dolled up.
Let's play dress up
For a little while
Before we throw our smiles,
And we wake back up.

We're building little houses
Out of cardboard boxes.
Hanging the paintings we made
Out of strange things
We found on the ground
In the Spring.
Cutting windows with scissors
And taping
Plastic mirrors across the ceiling,
So we can see ourselves
As we're making...

So let's come back down.
Let's take it down
For a century
Because reality
Awaits for us.

- afm