I used to have friends in this town
now everyone's dead, 
or the bar's closed down.
and I'm left with these cloudy memories
too dusty now to see clearly. 
a neighborhood full of ghosts
down every street hovers 
someone I used to know. 

a slew of kids dressed to the nines
in their grandmother's clothes
playing ironic music on keyboard guitars. 
crowd pleasing.
I used to feel at home here
now I don't know anyone.

30 years ago my brother passed away
he was just a baby
and I think of my mother and how she hurts
sometimes I feel it's hard to go on
when life is filled with so much sadness
the longer you live the more it 
accumulates
like papers do on a desk
I keep trying to put them away
but they are always there
it feels like life is just one big chaotic mess of 
bills and notes and lists
I'm still trying to figure out
where to put all the people I've loved.