Stare at my ceiling every night
All covered up in fairy lights
Cause I'm still a little bit scared of the dark
I'm older but known just a helpless girl at heart
Four walls I've loved since I was nine
The paint is peeling but it's fine
And I'm still a little bit scared of moving out
It's weird calling the only home I know
My parents' house
My parents' house
That place is far from my apartment
And they say that home is where the heart is
Does that mean I left a piece behind
When I flew south
The rest is probably hiding in that little town With my parents' house
My parents' house
Just like the bricks and wooden beams
They love supporting all my dreams
Even as crazy as they seem
They built these wings so I could fly
And that's still so hard to say goodbye