Half a Life

visting hours are over
 leave my young, my..., my...
 you wait by the photograph
 on the dusty mantle on the door
 one day out of every week
 is never enough time to speak
 the words that join this half with yours
 a house divided... confused
 only half my heart is used
 not enough... to touch these
 but don't stop whining until you're looking for words(?)
 you'll find them(?)
 some people... anything that fits(?)
 don't you know there's something ahead
 you just keep making do until you're dead
 until you're
 visting hours are over
 leave my young, my... my,...
 you wait by the photograph
 on the mantle on the door
 repeat verse 2