I’ve looked at pictures of buildings
I’ve read articles about buildings
I’ve burned articles about pictures of buildings
I’ve hung my old swim trunks on a wall
They aren’t mine they are loaners now they’re mine
They are ugly
They make my building ugly
They make me feel like a cheap bro

When I leave a building I leave it for good
When I’m learning about relationships I return
When there is nothing good about eggs I build
When there is a house with no scent I choose
This isn’t a place for friendly competition
This isn’t a place for open books
This isn’t your mother’s divorce palace
This isn’t your father’s obsessive compulsive aftershave