Craving Conjures

The treasure box is desolate 
You invited but he doesn't come in 
There's no pride in the pain anymore 
Humor tries but the joke just hangs there 

The neighborhood fog is a sudden barbed blanket 
Anything could come from anywhere 
except that one thing your craving 
bids you conjure 

There's no luck in the love anymore 
A parade jangles by 
It stops you in place but it's 
not in your honor 

The bed is not your bed anymore 
He fell asleep there once and 
that makes it his 
There's no peace anyplace anymore 
He stood on that porch before 
He shops at that store 

So try humor try 
but the treasure's been lifted 
Because I can't forget it I 
must walk in the fog 
Let it take me anywhere 
Take from me anything 
Until craving conjures and 
he comes parading in