Secret Lives of Furniture

I’ve always been your coffee table, shit I’ve seen some things
Heard words I can’t repeat, I’m mute, I’m rimu*, I’m loyal
When you were three, you fell and hit your head upon my corner
I absorbed some of your blood, that’s when I knew I loved you

This place is haunted
Where they discard us, our bones disjointed
This washing machine fell on me
At night we scream our owner’s names

When you moved your things out and you took me with you
That’s when I knew you really loved me too
They hurt those cigarette butts, when they were still alight
And they were still alight, but I forgave you

I wore my wounds well, all my brown beer bottle rings
When you spilled beer on me
I felt like I was at your parties too

That time you made love on me
I pretended you were fucking me
I strained under the weight of it
My legs were splayed, they have been since
And I was glad when those years ended
We moved into that house alone
Just you and I, TV remotes
Your maddening self, but I was with you

This place is haunted
Where they discard us, our bones disjointed
This washing machine fell on me
At night we scream our owner’s names

Then that bitch moved in
She said I was unstable
She never knew, what we’d been through together
She was never good enough for you

When she left I was elated
She brought that other man back home
I held on to his cellphone
For you to find when you came home
I yelled with you
I screamed with you
Then you had that heart attack
Stretched over me like that
I was glad we finished up that way
I held you 'til they took you away

This place is haunted
Where they discard us
Our bones disjointed
This washing machine fell on me
At night we scream our owner's names