Five years ago, my home was life.
Grass perking up and leaves rustling.
After she left, it greyed a bit;
It was just me and the color wasn't as bright.
Time passed, I had to go, too.
The college life; I was leaving you.
I vowed I'd return again,
Water the flowers and trim the hedge,
Wave to the neighbors and take out the trash,
Repair the promises that were meant to last.
But not once did the house surface in my mind
And after thought, call it mine.
For it's been a while and I've got a steady job,
I'm as alone as ever.
Companionship has been hard to come by
After you fell into a bottle and mom died.
I've got no one left to lean on,
No friends, no love life, no family.
I don't have any aspirations;
I'm just trying to get by, even if it's just barely.
My old street is fairly bleak,
Though people laugh children play
The house is blue, yet always grey.
It's brown shades and disarray
Make me wonder how it got this way.
