Empty Houses
You play your cards
With your nauseating joker face
And you pretend to have an ace
When all you have is sixes

So why does it matter
That you cheat your way around
Its only because its sadder
That I keep tumbling the ground

Until the window creaks insane
And the air comes crashing down
I will eat your poker cards
And vanish in your gaze

You will hear no more
You will see no more
But an empty shell
Of hollow houses