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