Linger

The living room is filled with trinkets and curios

But there's one portrait missing from the shelf

I know it must be in here somewhere

She worries, so it's put away again

A familiar song is playing on the radio

The soundtrack to a very sad time

Not a bad song, but I always try to turn it off

It returns every once in a while

She says I can never dig deep enough

To bury the painful parts