Thrift Store Jesus Painting

I shook hands with the clientele
I meandered the halls of hell
I bit my tongue
I ignored the smell for you
Now that it’s over
Behind me stands
The dust covered ruin
That we built by hand
Brick by brick
100 stories tall
It’s a tower of memories
Blurred by alchohol
We crossed riverbeds of bone
We used skulls as stepping stones
Cut mountain road through solid rock
Once we were fearless
Now we can’t even talk
A kitchen table
2 empty chairs
Your slender shadow
Climbs the stairs
Some rotten fruit
A stack of mail
Thrift store Jesus painting
Hanging on a nail
Castles in the sand
Built in a day
Washing away