Blue frames flicker down the hall
TV's on, a man is sprawled
Out on the couch
As the bottle calls out
To lay down your head
Sleep will come either way
Couch or bed, night or day
But he can't bear
What's up the stairs
It fills him with dread
A bed imprint
A room for dust and lint
Locked away
The phantom stays
Finds a crack
Now it's time to take him back
He opens the door
To whats not home anymore
Red flames dance in his mind
The brain is cruel, a dream is unkind
Alarms sound
She's nowhere to be found
Ash falls like snow
Smoke blocks out the stars and the moon
Only one thing can be presumed
Cloud your mind
Leave this behind
Man, its time you go
Tears flow down
A new hole in the ground
Drive home
To nights alone
A silent house
Once held a man and spouse
He opens the door
To what's not home anymore
Board it up
Lock it shut
Get it out
Out he shouts
Out of his head
The roaring flames
Sergeant James
Screams of pain
Still the same
Thoughts burn in red
A bed imprint
A room for dust and lint
Locked away
For all of his days
Remove and repress
Emotional distress
He closes the door
To what's not home anymore