House With No Home

We are young and we are weak. Just as blank as we are bleak. Too far gone in our heads. We all live and work in the red. We're cold, we had done all we've been told. There's no court for our case. What failure gave us suits our taste. We all bend, we

Oregon loves too few. Oregon loves just you. Curse the rose, curse the rain. Now two bodies, can't start the same. How our sun has gone away, there aren't days, there's just different gray. How can anybody only just sleep? How can anybody only just l

Lover of things, won't you agree how the winter could bring the darkest spring? With hell on your face, dirt on the walls in the back of the place, Father of three, won't you believe, that the ones in between, the ones that are blamed. Of fickle fait