You wouldn't care if i explained

My Home

walking into empty rooms
hearing the arguments over who gets what
there used to be a home here
now the culture is being stripped away

a bike sits where the oven once was
pretending it was never a kitchen
"buyers wouldn't want two kitchens"

memories of playing dress up and meeting people
are all gone
i used to trace the purple flowers on the bathroom
to calm down when the anxiety gets too much
but they've been stripped away
covered with white paint

everyone remembers why the flowers were there
we all talk about the "makeup incident"
but no one will see that bathroom again

Pico Road wasn't a street
it was a home
a home that's going to change forever
where generations grew up
new cultures developed
where my life took place
but it's being ripped from our grip
moved thousands of miles south
but at least they'll be warm
even if i'm cold from the loss of a loving home