Benjo

Summer came and went without us noticing

These wasted years without a song to sing

Our only child, more gone than she was ever here

Maybe all these hallways lead to the same place always

But they might as well all end at Hell

If you think I'll ever reenter that room

For all we know now there's an active ghost

And more than just our residual doom

And maybe now a family of raccoons

You know, even new this house was shitty