Got a little older, got a little colder;
There goes that easy enthusiasm.
It never spilled–it seeped out slowly:
One day I realized I was lying on the floor,
With no idea what to do next,
Mad monsters made you meaner
Than you ever imagined you being.
You realized you don’t smile at strangers
You used to wonder what was wrong
There’s some audible hollowness
When you tap on these chests
When you’re looking for sturdiness, anywhere.
The drywall is thin
And scuffed up, and holey,
Hard-hearted or broken-hearted:
In a cracked and shattering place like this one,
That’s all there is.