futility

i built this house with a broken door

built the walls straight and strong

and a broken door

raised the roof snug and firm

and a broken door

made the windows bright and tall

and a broken door

packed the floor clean and tight

and a broken door

made my bed soft and warm

and a broken door

i hung my mirror high and safe

and a broken door

i made this life the best i could

safe and strong and soft

with straight walls and snug roof

with beauty and grace

and its nothing at all

in this castle i'm defenseless

i should know that its useless

no point to build at all

i drop everything when you call.