i'm going to miss this room
a homestead devoted to aging
i'll search for the buzzing of downstairs
and listen for the click of the radiator
i'm going to long for these walls
all covered in faces, doused in frantic colour
i'm especially going to miss that door
with it's pink dome and its bucket poured
so messy and cluttered, cheap and doctored

new home, new friends, new clothes, new plans, new job
new money, new music, new skills, new car, new orientation
new interest, new feeling, new ideas, new dreams, no dreams
i'm brand new

i will come back one day
and i hope you are still here
when i return
please don't be buried
please don't be burned