October's Model Home - Deloris

When the steam from the shower slips from the glass

And the dog comes running across the wet grass

If you correctly slide your keys in

The roller door chain can sound the same

And the day can begin

When the birds start to sing

Too early sometimes it doesn’t seem right

And you know by the glow that night

From your computer screen

That maths and medicine are fiends

During this october

We’ll slip slower

And you notice that nothing at the local store

Is serviced with a smile or handshake anymore

And everything you see is plastic and/or foam

Spanking brand new pictures

Of manipulated tones of model homes

Syncopated tastes

In the blood in your toothpaste

During this october

We’ll slip slower