We Died Here

That two-car garage packed from floor to ceiling and wall to wall

Stacks of boxes on those shelves you installed

But loaded light with shallow desires of deeper pockets

There's nothing of substance here they cried

As you divert your gaze to avoid their eyes

But that's alright, that's alright

Cause you can't see them anymore – see them anymore

That flooded basement won't dry – not in a thousand years

Things float down there, not weighed down by honour or guilt

It's just a matter of time until someone drowns there

We can't fix these leaks without hate