this granite skinned house
was here before i was
this granite skinned house
will be here when i’m gone
but for now me and mine
we live within its stone walls
and nothing gets in
and nothing gets out
it’s good at hiding us away
keeping our love safe
keeping our hate hidden
keeping our sad cold and fresh
and you cannot gain entry
not if we don’t let you
it’s our maudlin mausoleum
when you scream we don’t hear you
when we scream you can’t hear us
when you look you cannot see us
this granite skinned house
it has consumed us
that we would be here
forever in its lonely company
can you see the difference
between us and this house
would you know
if it was us or it
when you passed by
we are one
without distinction
watching you
as you walk by.