Dear old house that i grew up in I know they're gonna leave you any day dear old house that i grew up in can't you find a way to make them stay
and while the girls i went to school with went downtown with all the cool kids I was staked out in your cellar making friends with dead umbrellas
and the creeks of every floorboard tell the story of the girl i stuck inside and if they move away I'll have no place to hide
dear old house that i grew up in i have never really been in love you took my heart when i was a child and your noises wrapped around my little body like a winterglove
you're just a random set of objects in a town that's full of sadness in the armpit of the world your cut downtrees and lousy soil
and if i wanted to i'd keep you and i'd fill you up and heat you with the market how it is, Amanda well you know the price of oil
goodnight stairs and goodnight stars on painted bedroom walls attic door and banister i'll miss you most of all
I was s'posed to keep you safe this wasn't supposed to end does it sound ridiculous to call you my best friend
dear old house that i grew up in I know i haven't visited that much but every lifeless hotel and appartment i walk into just reminds me of the doorknobs that i want to touch
and i won't miss you when they sell you to some evil yuppie couple with a child who'll put Miley Cyrus posters in my bedroom
I am a native of the globe I am a rockstar on the road I am now centrally located anywhere that i am known
but it doesn't feel like anywhere when you can't go back home
dear old house i grew up in I know it's not your fault that this went down please don't take it personally love, Amanda
ps tell the evil yuppie couple when i'm rich, i'll buy them out