we could build a house

we could build a house
where the hard parts won't hurt
pain, prick and sting
soaked up by the dirt
we had grown to take for granted

kind face, you've soured
tired eyes fixed on the hours
they're paying you too little for

rainbow cactus growing through
the cracks in the floor
bluebird swooping
through the frame of the door

pulling your attention to the outside
pulling your attention to the outside

don't be afraid to lose it all
we've dropped the weight, we've dropped the ball
this battlefield is a bad backdrop afterall
for our muffled heart songs and paper walls

we could build a house
we could build a house
we could build. . . . .