In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
the house where you grew up
cobwebs on the ceiling
cold coffee in a cup
paint cracked and peeling
the same way you've been feeling
this is the house where you grew up
dust on the Bible
desk drawers crammed with junk
nothing really needed
why do you feel defeated
in the house where you grew up
as an adult you know
that ghosts don't exist
bet you're not feeling
so grown up now
shadows in the closet
secrets interrupt
the silence screams its warning
truth won't wait till morning
in the house where you grew up
hard words in the hallway
doors slam
children jump
the past wants to be repeated
nothing is completed
in the house where you grew up
as an adult you know
that ghosts don't appear
bet you're not feeling
so grown up now
you believed you escaped
but now you see you're stuck
imprisoned in a cell
locked away inside yourself
in the house where you grew up
in the house where you grew up
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