sadness street

There’s a house for me on sadness street

where the homes are dull and lonely.

Where the gardens don’t grow and the flowers don’t bloom.

And forget about making a family, there just isn’t enough room.

The neighbors are constantly crying,

but at least they’re trying.

The animals are slowly dying -

and the husbands won’t stop lying.

And every now and then the sun comes out, just enough for us to get a taste

but when it leaves, it’s like a smack to the face.