Sorry for the mess

Hey, welcome in

I'm sorry for the mess

The last few tenants left it

I haven't had time to clean

Yes, there's ketchup on the walls

And all the windows are broken

The carpet's flayed and ripped

And the table's upturned

Don't mind the shattered mugs

Or the roaches in the sink

There's a bird's nest in the fireplace

It just adds to the aesthetic

The first floor is a mess, I must admit

Ripped apart and left

The doors' off their hinges

It's a miracle it's still standing

But come up the stairs

And see the second floor

And let our boots leave prints

Walking through the dust

No one's touched the second storey

For many many years

At least it's still intact

Unlike the rest

Where the first floor

Was left in disarray

The second floor is pristine

And very much unused

Countless books, old and new

Line the walls and shelves

Thoughts and stories

Never told, never spoken

The bedrooms, untouched

Their linens tightly wrapped

Just waiting for a tired soul

To embrace and let rest

Dust lines every corner

And cobwebs galore

You're the first to see this floor

That I can assure

I'm sorry for the mess

I know that it is bad

The last few tenants left it

But I never cleaned it up

But now that you are here

Maybe we can fix it up?

Put those broken plates together

And clean those dirty rugs?

Swipe the dust off the floor

And throw those spiders out

Untidy those beds

And read those untouched books

I guess the fault is mine

For letting the house falter

To fall into disarray

A home for anyone but me

But maybe, just maybe

We can make this house

Clean and comfortable again

A home for two to live in