The houses on are block
Don't like to talk to us
And you can't deny
The facts
They tell us to leave
And go home or you'll see
That life isn't
What it seems to be
You get lost sometimes
Sometimes your thoughts aren't nice
Sometimes you want to die
And that's alright
My house is very happy
And you'll see that it's
Furnished to the
Ninth degree
I painted the walls
With my thoughts and
They got covered up
With the eggshell color
You get lost sometimes
Sometimes your thoughts aren't nice
Sometimes you want to die
And that's alright
The houses on my street
Don't like to talk to me
And I find that
That's just fine
They're sad and they're lonely
Upset and they're empty
You just got to
Give them time
They get lost sometimes
Sometimes their thoughts aren't nice
Sometimes they want to die
And that's alright