The Armoire

The armoire that you found by the dumpster
While visiting your sister it looks fine

In the living room where
The others you've rescued go to die

That old mirror by the bed
Without much of anything to reflect

Save for a few holes in a crippled bed post
Shadows that don't move

Cobwebs in the corner
A dead spider on the wall

Well, I'm home but I'm not home

Boxes in the basement that were spared
From rising waters

Discarded blood-stained
Drum skins and sticks
Rest on your mother's mattress

Well, I'm home and somehow while I was gone
This house I'd left for dead had lingered on

Well, I'm home with my own family in tow
And everything's the same but different

And I'm home again
But the devil knows I'm born again
And I can't hold these walls up on my own