Happy songs

Why do all the right words
Feel so wrong between my teeth
But when you take the pen from me
The paper softly speaks

Why does everything in this house
Break under my feet
But when you run around at night
The floorboards barely creak

And the tick tock of the clocks is all
I hear over the haunting thought
That I have so many ghosts and baby
you have met them all

I’ll exercise the right to exorcise my demons
Every night
And you can call the priest and tell him
I have really lost my mind

Breaking every window
In the home that I built
From my bones

And every brick is laced with spit
From faces that I barely know

But If I could show you every piece
of art that is inspired by you
You would know that when the walls talk
They only ever speak of you.