Time spent over a friends house

A small family
In a small house
Who argue with one another
All day long
In the language of love

The world comes to an end everyday in this house
But I don't care
As long I can escape reality
While I'm here

The phone rings
The door knocks
The voice slaps and stings
Even though their not abundant
They can't find me here

Besides

There's a certain reverence
For chaos
That insults the mind's goal
for perfection...I'm home.