Illiterate

I walked into your house this morning
It was empty, no note, no fridge magnet
Everything still crispy clean and clever
The Christmas decoration untouched

I walked into your house this morning
A shallow Thank You letter half written
To the devil with your civil manners and your money
You're just as illiterate as ever

I walked into your house this morning
Knocking over some family pictures
I can't stand the faces, can't stand the smell
And no thanks, I won't go to church with you

I walked into your house this morning
I was no longer expecting to find anything
You think you matter but I can disagree
You're a shadow, you're unreal, you're a lie.